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Squeaky Floors
Squeaky Floors
It’s way past your bedtime,
You’re still wide awake.
How many more books,
Is it gonna take?
Little boys at this time of night,
Should be fast asleep.
Lay down and close your eyes,
Let me not hear a peep.
You need your rest,
To grow big and strong.
It’s important,
I would never steer you wrong.
Give me a kiss goodnight,
And say your prayers.
Don’t worry,
I’ll stay right here.
At last,
He fell asleep.
I waited until,
I thought it was deep.
I made my way,
To the door.
But he quickly awoke,
From the squeaking floor.
Go back to sleep,
My dear son.
No rest for the weary,
Until it’s done.
Copyright ©
Jeff Morehead
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