Sleepyhead Quatern

The side of sleep that never comes

Once ordered as post-dinner fare

Pretends delay as hems and hums

Become a vacant empty stare

For though your bed does warm invite

The side of sleep that never comes

And all around have said good-night

You pout or pray or twiddle thumbs

As counted sheep reach awesome sums

And hours tick by on yonder clock

The side of sleep that never comes

Begins to snigger, sneer, and mock

Because the fix was in this night

And sweetest dreams were turned to crumbs

You'll have to nab in 'morrows light

The side of sleep that never comes