Well, off I go, it's time for bed,
To rest my toes and weary head.
The fire is low, the kettleโs cold,
The dreams ahead are made of gold.
The blanket waits, my pillow's near,
The night is soft, thereโs naught to fear.
Let snoring come and blankets pile,
Iโll sleep in peace for quite a while.
And when the morning warms the grass,
Iโll stretch and yawn and brew my glassโ
Of tea, that is, and maybe toast,
For sleep, you see, is what I boast.
It brings me back to life and cheer,
With strength to make it through the year.
So bless the bed and close the light,
Iโm off to dream. Goodnight,
goodnight!



















