Sleep Time

By Solveig Paulson Russell

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    If I were a bird, I’d tuck my head

    Under a wing when the west grew red.

    And I’d lock my feet on a twig to stay,

    And I’d go to sleep this funny way.

    If I were a horse, I might stand all night

    With my head bent low and my eyes closed tight.

    And there I’d snooze and dream of oats

    Or tender grass and apples and groats.

    If I were a squirrel or a tiny mouse,

    I’d curl up in a tree, a nest, or a house.

    I’d tuck my head down, and there I’d stay

    In drowsy sleep till the break of day.

    If I were a wild thing of any kind,

    I’d never miss, or ever mind,

    That I had no pillow or soft warm bed

    For rest and sleep after prayers are said.

    But now I am glad to be just me,

    And to sleep MY way—so cozily.

    Illustrated by Pat Hoggan