Boredom + A friend who could not sleep = Random Bed-time story
Once there was a boy in a house
And he played with a mouse
The house was big and round
And within it the boy was found
Playing with his mouse and louse
Because the long ago there was a fire he didn't douse
The louse wasn't much company
But he could do spectacular stunts,only on a minute scale though,if any
And once day the circus came to town
Whose ring master was a clown with a frown
But it was turned upsiside down
When he found the first of the trio on his crown
Doing the most minute acrobatics
And tiny antics
The louse was seen
While the clown his rainbow hair did clean
He questioned the louse on where he learned it all
And the louse explained the story of the boy and mouse and the tragedies that did befall
and so the clown took them in
And now they travel in a bus of tin
I know it doesn't make sense, but it's a bedtime story - they rarely do.
I know it doesn't make sense, but it's a bedtime story - they rarely do.