Its time to rest your little head,
So go lie down on your long thin bed,
Dream of things you wish to be,
Dream of things you wish to see.
Close your eyes and count the sheep,
Count the sheep with out a peep,
Dream of a distant land,
With macical things or a magical land,
Dream of giants, elfs, wizards or fairys.
So dream..............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was a lot less effective because the message was not a big one and a lot of words were wasted on tring to convey that message. GW62