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NIGHT TIME BOY

Night Time Boy
It’s almost nine o’clock and its time to go to bed
So climb under your covers and rest your weary head,

Get yourself real comfy and I’ll tuck you nice and tight
And tell me of the cool things that you`ll dream about tonight,

Will you be a pilot flying way up high?
In your supersonic jet plane going through the sky,

Will you pull the ejector seat and fly out of the plane
And open up your parachute and float back down again,

Or shall you be a football player for your favourite team
Scoring all the goals and hear the fans all scream,

Or maybe be a rugby player where the ball gets kicked real high
And opponents knocked down like skittles so you can score a try,

I`d like to be an astronaut and go up into space
And fly around the galaxy in an interstellar race,

What if you’re a driver in your brand new racing car?
Winning all over the word and become a super star,

Or get yourself a back pack and go on a worldwide hike
From Timbuktu to Borneo or anywhere you like,

You could be a fireman and wear your yellow hat
Climbing up your ladder to save a stranded cat,

I think you could be a policeman patrolling on your beat
Catching all the robbers as you chase them down the street,

Or could you be a magician where your shows would all be packed
As you dazzle all the audience with your magic act,

What about a super hero how strong would you be?
And crawl about like a spider man and climb the highest tree,

I`d like to be a teacher but I would have to wear a frown
As I give my friends a row and tell them to sit down,

Or I could be the head teacher and make up my own rule
Lock the teachers in the cupboard so we could stay of school,

I`d like to be a fearless knight and I dragon I would slay
Or just to sword fence with my friends when I’m out to play,

What if I’m the an invisible man that no one else can see
I`d sneak in to the sweet shop and eat everything for free,

Or run off to the circus and be an acrobat
Or a lion tamer with a big whip and tame the wildest cat,

I could be a fearless pirate and sail of far and wide
Making up my treasure maps for all my gold to hide,

I think I know what to do as you lying in your bed 
Let me puff your pillow so you`ve got a comfy head,

When you wake tomorrow you can tell me of your dream.
Were you really a super man or did you make the fans all scream,

So night night my sweet boy It’s time to fall asleep
But don’t forget your hopes and dreams they are there for you to keep.

                                                                                         THE END.

Copyright © peter keicher | Year Posted 2024

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