Go to sheep in bed and foam
Find them on your own
A bee hiding with the flies
Under closing eyes
Fall asleep and mare all night
The specter and the sprite
And the parents of your house
Slumberous and drowsed
From your mare form a froth
Wipe you in a cloth
The wet is over not
And the owls are breathing
Here tell your hair dress in white
Send in billows out of sight
Understand they only bite
When you're being unaware
Dry the beddings off your face
Chew your tears and pillowcase
The rest are not so bad
It's over when you're over there
End to lulla is goodnight
Wish to sleep a lullabye
But the corner of your eyes
Make everything alive.