Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams
At night when nearing seven
she creeps out of her room
carrying gold magic dust
in a special silver spoon
Across the dark sky
with great might she flies
sprinkling some dust
on each house she spies
To each good child
some dust is given
and off to sleep
they all are driven
Sweet dreams always
they all would get
for their chores and homework
they never forget
To each of them
good nights she bid
and every night
this she did
No one knows
where she lives
for not one clue
she ever gives.
Copyright © Maryam Jameela Haniff | Year Posted 2009
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