Treasure Island

Clarence A. Graham, Jr.

(June 28,1919 / Virginia, St. Louis County, Minnesota.)

Sleepy


Sleepy is the little fellow
Who runs around in your brain
Pushing your TO SLEEP or NOT TO SLEEP buttons

Now, there is a button in the middle
That may give you trouble
So, it's a good idea to stay clear of it

Now, the name of the button is Drowsy
If, at times, he pushes this one
You can very easily get a Wowsie

If he pushes hard on the TO SLEEP button
You will get a good night's sleep
Perhaps in a dream deep, deep, deep

If he pushes the NOT TO SLEEP button
You may stay up all night
And ask yourself, 'What do I do next? '

February 1,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 01, 2006

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