Bedtime Story

  

‘Twas the time of the day

When the sleepy sun heads

Far past the horizon

And tucks into bed,

When Bartholomew Barnabas

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Was wrapped in his jammies

And cozy night cap.

He looked at his bed

With its soft fluffy covers,

His squishy big pillow

And cuddle bear brothers.

But something was missing,

Something just was not right.

“I’ve found my blue blankey,

Turned on my night light,

But there’s still something big

That just has to be done.

Oh, where is my story,

My favorite one?

Please read me a book

Like we read every night.

Sit me up on your lap

And wrap me up tight

In your arms while you speak

The words into the air

Which will float ‘round the room

And ruffle my hair.

And the words will make pictures

To dance past my nose,

Bump into the ceiling

Or tickle my toes.

See?  There goes a castle

Perched up on some fog.

In the tower’s top window

I see a small frog.

And is that a pirate ship

Far out to sea?

Or the tale of a whale

Who is waving at me?

My room’s crowded full

Of the loveliest things,

All the dreams and adventures

A good story brings.

So then when we’re done

And you tuck me in bed

Oh, the places and friends

I will see in my head!

Then I will not mind

When you turn out the light

For you stories will stay with me

All through the night.”