Sleepyhead

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