At nearly twelve I woke up.
I had my midnight snack,
Did a small dance,
Went back to bed.
At nearly twelve,
The clock struck,
Dong-dong,
Like a song,
Which had been sounded with a gong.
At nearly twelve,
Sleep came asking,
“Will you sleep?”
I replied-“ Yes your majesty, but let me take a peep.”
Sleep asked-“Where to do you want to peep?”
“Where my mother has kept fruit salad with ice cream, deep inside the fridge.”
Sleep said-“Can I have two spoons of it?”
I replied-“Sure why not, but one condition.”
Sleep-“And what is that?”
I-“You can’t tell Ma that I didn’t sleep.”
Sleep-“Fine, superb, excellent. It’s a deal.”
I-“Well my friend join me in my great feast.”
Sleep-“Sure I will.”
I-“I have small request, please use your magical power and refill the bowl of fruit salad with ice cream, otherwise Ma would be angry.”
Sleep-“Of course I will. Do you want me to produce another bowl of fruit salad with ice cream?”
I-“Simply refill and that shall be enough.”
Sleep and me, we both went to the fridge and had a great helping of fruit salad with ice cream.
Only to Find Ma standing behind us.
Sleep gave me the slip,
While Ma forgave me and I went to bed.
At nearly twelve and fifteen minutes,
I was in the land of dreams,
Dreaming of all the beautiful things.
But I couldn’t find Mr.Sleep.
But the taste of fruit salad with ice cream was so great,
That it wasn’t till Ma called me,
That I woke up in the morning.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 