Now I lay me down to sleep
With shepherdess--a Miss Bo Peep,
A lissome girl who's lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find 'em.
They'll come home just fine anyway,
While with Peep's fleece I'll have fine play.
Her tail won't drag, at least today:
I'm trailing right behind. Mmmm!
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