TheBanyanTree: Now We Are Six: 'tis late

[Mike Pingleton]

it's almost time for bed
I've got a fuzzy head
across my eyes sleep's shadow flies
there's nothing left unsaid

no need for counting sheep
I'm sliding into sleep
my chin's at rest upon my chest
I'm getting
pulled
in deep

tomorrow's now today
I'm being called away
my pillow's song is growing strong
I've only left to say,
"good night, sleep tight,
we'll talk another day..."