If you want I'll stop cold
Ripe figs hit the ground 
The moon is cold
Come out pretty breeze
Pat your pet 
Poke your pest 
Lullaby and good-night
 
Frightful fork
Spoons that lurk 
On the table or on my elbow
Dreams are fables 
Friends are able
Mood gestates-- 
Pose will decide
 
''In a flower was a fairy 
and the fairy said '3 Wishes!'
Mother got a pool 
Daddy got a horse 
and I got a dress, 
Sailing in the blue ocean...
Who-o-o-o-sh!'' 
(Written by a child named Sierra)
 
If you want I'll stop cold
Ripe figs hit the ground 
The moon is cold
Come out pretty breeze
Pat your pet 
Poke your pest 
Lullaby and good-night