In the morning I will love you,
But now it’s for the best –
If, please, you could go just go to bed
So I can get some rest.
And my head’s begun to throb.
I want to lay it down
upon the floor and quietly sob.
Checked you’re not too hot or cold.
In fact, I’ve gone right through the list
of all that I’ve been told.
Then quietly start to creep.
You yell for me pick you up.
Why do you hate to sleep?
I think that you’re terrific.
But if I can’t get just forty winks,
Tomorrow will be horrific.
And wait for sleep to come.
In the morning, if you let me rest,
I will be much more fun.