When the books are read
The water pools closed
The shovel’s done with
The slides have turned cold
Mommy closes the dryer lid
There is no place to hide now
Except on Mommy’s bed
Or in the dragon’s lair
You’re tired anyhow
Your energy is spent
Your toys go to sleep
Your walking stick laid down
Slumber sure sounds good
Sweet dreams, little boy
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