Now the time has come to dream,
Now the starlight twinkles.
Mommy, rub your moisture cream
Deep into your wrinkles.
Dad, forget your daytime cares,
put aside your workday chores;
Don’t forget to say your prayers,
Comb your few remaining hairs
And shake the rafters with your snores.
I’ll be sleeping down the hall
With my faithful Teddy.
If you need us, give a call:
We’ll be there and ready.
Your faces are a funny sight,
With bleary eyes and hair unruly —
If you should (as well you might)
Meet the Boogeyman tonight,
please — don’t frighten him unduly.