Tuesday 10 April 2012

a sweet slumber's rest.

jack, oh little jack. 
sleepy eyes and comfort tides as you hit the sack. 
pillows plushed, is a must, as you tuck yourself away. 
soothing sounds, all around, on this warm summer's day. 

but now it's night and without a sight we choose to come out and play. 

jack, oh little jack.
you are alone, we hear you breathe, and know all your thoughts and fears, 
they tell you stories, and they tell you lies, they try to explain science through your eyes, 
but don't forget, never forget, we exists only at night. 
when all's slumber, and your imagination wonders, we come in and leave a fright. 

and now it's night and without a fight, we choose you to come out and play. 

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