The Sleeping Child

The sleeping child that’s asleep in the bed,

Is snuggled and comfy holding his head.

Who knows what he’s dreaming?

He doesn’t care as long as we don’t wake him until he’ll be fed.

He looks so sweet,

Lying there he looks so neat.

But is he really asleep?

To be sure I’ll cover him with a sheet.

The sleeping child who should be waking soon,

Will wake up to there being no moon.

I think it’s safe to leave him alone,

We’ll get together later when he acts like a loony-toon.

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