Counting sheep,
Drinking warm milk,
Has no effects.
It can't be helped.
It's one,
It's two,
It's three A.M
I swear there are things,
Crawling in my bed!
Maybe it's all inside my head.
'Moon, please stay.'
'I want us to wed! '
'Too bad.'
It says,
'You should've stayed in bed.'
Now the Sun exclaims,
'Wake up, Sleepy Head! '
Cheery and high-pitched.
Grumpy,
I reply:
'I am, you son of a-'
*snoore*
-SOH
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