“Up to bed” his mother said
But no, he wouldn’t go,
Again she pleaded with her boy
Bribing him, with a brand new toy.
Still the Boy refused to go.
“What can I do,” the mother thought,
Down the stairs his bed she brought;
He stared at it with a frown,
Refusing to slip under the sheets cream and brown.
She moved the bed into the yard ,
overlooking the sleeping town,
With a bound he was in his bed,
Gazing at the stars overhead.
Sleeping at last, watched by the moon,
Why oh why, couldn’t he sleep in his room?