Clouds come serve as the most comfortable cradle.
Moon, be my guide through multiple dreams;
A safari, outer space... be my anchor-- my nightlight.
Frogs come read me a story of fairies;
Wind come comb all the knots from my hair.
Fireflies come kiss me, tuck me in, say you'll miss me
Until next time these paths of ours cross.
Owls come whisper some wisdom,
Stars come bring me a midnight snack.
Abba, Father, come hug me, tell me you love me,
And then I'll be ready for bed.
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