It's time for sleep, Theresa.
Lie down in your bed.
Tomorrow will be filled with questions pouring from your head.
Like, "How did the moon get its name?"
And "Why do we call the sun the sun?"
And "Why do we call it a pair of pants
When there is only one?"
I'll try to find the answers
Or make them up as I go along.
And distract you by asking Alexa
To play your favorite song.
But til then dream of dolphins
And unicorns gliding down rainbow slides.
Or dream of flying
Across canyons ten miles wide.
In the morning, you'll come back to earth
And tell me about your derring-do.
So sleep tight, Theresa, I'll be waiting here for you.
Sleep tight Theresa, I'll be waiting, waiting here for you.