The lightning streaks down
I don my gown
Then jump under the covers
Through wind and the rain
Calmness regains
As I drift sleep discovers
Sweet dreams of slumber
Rain and thunder
Shaggy dog running to me
Golden butterfly
I don't know why
Both scurrying up a tree
They laugh and they play
Loving their day
Singing and dancing away
Dog and butterfly
Both are thigh high
Twirling as in a ballet
The night it does come
Playtime is done
A kiss and a hug goodnight
I breathe in and out
Tossing about
Wait for sweet dreams to ignite
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