Sing

Mon, 01/23/2017 - 09:42 -- Token

A child under the covers

A monster under the bed

A soothing voice of a mother

Singing songs that can't be said

 

Oh, mother won't you sing softer

You'll wake up Teddy Tim

And sing me the song you sing

Least Tim gets sad in his dreams 

 

The monster underneath

His name is Todd

He even likes your voice

Because it's soothing and yet odd

 

Oh, mother 

Sing me your song

That I may rest my head

And my dreams may go on

 

Oh, won't you sing

Sing me the song of singing

Oh, won't you let your voice ring

That wonderful... wonderful... sound... of ringi...

 

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