sleepy girl

Little tiny creatures
Live under my bed.
You can’t see them,
But they’re not inside my head.
They know the words to Bonnie,
Who lies on ocean bed.
They pitter patter in the night
And tell me tales of dead.
Come morn they hide,
Cast a spell so wide,
Yes, much worse than Snow White’s,
And that’s why I’m always late.

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