Good night, my moons, floating around me.
Let your eyes close and your dreams flow free.
Tomorrow, you’ll play and we’ll laugh and we’ll go.
But tonight you can drift away real, real slow.
Yes, you moons made of cheese like gruyere and cheddar
Can depend upon me, Princess Henrietta.
I will watch over you with my long neck and spots,
As your dreams unspool their unfettered dream thoughts.
So think of me as you float off into dreams,
And I will come up with a rhyme for the word dreams.
Yes, I will come up with a rhyme for the word dreams.
Maybe ice creams?