Now I lay me down to sleep
Little Bo’ Peep has lost her sheep
If I should die before I wake
Oh no, little Bo’ Peep won’t sleep tonight for goodness sake
Little Miss Moffat sat on her tuffit, eating her curd and whey
Can one get a bad case of indigestion from eating that way?
Jack Sprat could eat no fat… his wife could eat no lean
Jack was pencil thin and weak… his wife was fat and mean
Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle the cow jumped over the moon
Who can sleep with all these things happening, no sleep for me now or very soon