A child imagines all sorts of fantastical creatures who bring children to sleep!
All night long and every night,
When my mama puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day, before my eye.
Armies and emperors and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a way,
You never saw the like by day.
So fine a show was never seen
At the great circus on the green;
For every kind of beast and man
Is marching in that caravan.
At first they move a little slow,
But still the faster on they go,
And still beside them close I keep
Until we reach the town of Sleep.
Illustrations by Pixabay, with thanks.
Conversation, Creativity
1. What kinds of things do you think about as you go to sleep?
2. Do you think sleep is a place? Why or why not?
