Wilma Dene Pinkard Skaggs

(Smyrna, Tennessee, USA)


Sylvia, my darling, you must go to bed.
Your bedtime story has been read and your prayers have been said.
The hour is late and morning comes too soon.
In bed with mommy and daddy there's not enough room.
Your bed is ready and your nite light is on.
Teddy is all tucked in so you won't be alone.
The clock on the wall has a smiling face
looking down on your toys all in their place.
Sweet dreams of play come with slumber.

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