In the big, big house,
Far, far from town,
The old man has put up the horses,
Even the deer have cut their losses.
Inside, Mama’s wiping down the counters,
The little ones are curled up in their beds.
Even the dogs have given up sniffing,
In favor of some old comfy rug dreaming.
The old man comes in for his bedtime bath,
Mama shuts off the lights and whispers,
“All right, ya’ll. Time to say good night,
And don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
Good night, old man with bubbles in his beard.
Good night, Mama in her stained apron.
Good night, chattering little birds.
Good night dreaming dogs,
Good night snoring hogs,
Good night whispering kids—
That’s right, Mama can always hear this.
Good night horses,
Good night goats,
Don’t eat until you choke.
But most of all, good night deer,
Good night stars,
Good night wherever you are.
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Good night deer
I love love love this. And the imagery in this especially: Good night, old man with bubbles in his beard
What a sweet bedtime story.