Fright
Sing me a lullaby dear Mr. Fred,
With the melody of a bird.
For as I lie on this bed,
Frightful thoughts disturbs my head.
A lullaby to get them dead.
A lullaby to end my fright.
A lullaby to make my dreams bright,
Even as I turn off the light.
My head needs to be right,
I just want to be alright
Let me wake in the morning fresh,
And start the day afresh.
Filter new thoughts with a mesh,
To be left with only positive thoughts reflecting even on my flesh,
To live the day without being nesh.
Just lure my fright away already.
Be swift and speedy.
