Forty Winks

If a nap fell in my lap, I’d let it, for I know That hours sap and often tap Your get up and your go. I’d shut my eyes and, no surprise, I’d drift off in a cloud, Where lullabies, in any guise, Would never be allowed. For I once thought that no one ought To waste the day in sleep, But slumber sought, when nerves are taut, May make the nighttime creep. So when I’m spent, I’ll be content To float away and choose, Without lament, a quick descent Into a little snooze.