Bedtime

My head is getting foggy
And my sight is getting soggy
As I try to slip to dreamland far away

My thoughts are clouding softly
And my hair is looking motley
As my bouncing head begins to bob and sway

I’m sighing with contentment
And I’m crying with resentment
As I put to rest the worries of my day

I clutch to me my pillow
Like the branches of a willow
Cuz’ this is where I’ll gladly make my stay