ANIMALS THAT GO TO BED WITHOUT FUSSING
PART 1. THE SQUAG
The Squag at eve had drunk its milk
And danced in PJ’s made of silk.
It danced itself right up the stairs
And jumped in bed and said its prayers.
I think the Squag a clever beast.
It goes to bed on time, at least.
PART 2. THE DOZY
I want to mention another creature
That has a very curious feature.
I refer, of course, to the seven-toed dozy.
Who finds its bed so very cozy.
It sleeps and sleeps and sleeps and sleeps
And never stirs and never peeps.
Through spring and summer, winter, fall,
It never goes to bed at all.
It’s never gotten up, you see.
But it's not the kind of life for me.
PART 3. THE BLEAR
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
The tale of the wonderful, one-eyed Blear,
Who loves to go to bed, it seems,
Because he has such pleasant dreams.
He makes a special prayer to heaven,
“I’d like to dream on Channel 7.”
And off he goes on his midnight ride,
His faithful Rover by his side.
When trouble comes, he takes his gun
And shoots the bandits, one by one.
The people all gather to shout and cheer
The deeds of the wonderful, one-eyed Blear.
PART 4. THE CONCLUSION
The truth of the matter, if you insist,
Is that none of these animals really exist.
There is no creature known to us
That goes to bed without a fuss.
PART 1. THE SQUAG
The Squag at eve had drunk its milk
And danced in PJ’s made of silk.
It danced itself right up the stairs
And jumped in bed and said its prayers.
I think the Squag a clever beast.
It goes to bed on time, at least.
PART 2. THE DOZY
I want to mention another creature
That has a very curious feature.
I refer, of course, to the seven-toed dozy.
Who finds its bed so very cozy.
It sleeps and sleeps and sleeps and sleeps
And never stirs and never peeps.
Through spring and summer, winter, fall,
It never goes to bed at all.
It’s never gotten up, you see.
But it's not the kind of life for me.
PART 3. THE BLEAR
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
The tale of the wonderful, one-eyed Blear,
Who loves to go to bed, it seems,
Because he has such pleasant dreams.
He makes a special prayer to heaven,
“I’d like to dream on Channel 7.”
And off he goes on his midnight ride,
His faithful Rover by his side.
When trouble comes, he takes his gun
And shoots the bandits, one by one.
The people all gather to shout and cheer
The deeds of the wonderful, one-eyed Blear.
PART 4. THE CONCLUSION
The truth of the matter, if you insist,
Is that none of these animals really exist.
There is no creature known to us
That goes to bed without a fuss.