sleep.
	 sleep all the todays away.

and meanwhile,
		   back at the ranch.
our children grow
				they must
				be controlled
kept quiet
So we can sleep.

(Tear down the forest, the birds
rejoice too loudly for the 
dawn)
    (rejoice too loudly for
the sunset)
		(rejoice too loud!
Damn those blasted crickets, too!

dream on little dreamer boy

rat!  tat a tat tat a tat
tat tat rat a tat rat a
tat rat a tat a tat tat!

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