As I lay awake in the white moon light,
I heard a faint singing in the wood,
'Out of bed,
Sleepyhead,
Put your white foot now,
Here are we,
Neath the tree
Singing round the root now!'
... I am so sorry to do this to you, but this post has been moved to my new website, Widdershins, and can be found in its entirety here: Sleepyhead
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