Come, let's to bed, says Sleepy-head.
Sit up awhile, says Slow.
Hand on the pot, says Greedy-gut,
We'll sup before we go.
To bed, to bed, cried Sleepy-head
But all the rest said no!
It is morning now, you must milk the cow,
And tomorrow to bed we go.
This is a rhyme in Owen's Mother Goose which I just hate. There is absolutely nothing more frightful to me than the idea of being denied a night of sleep and lately, I have been waking up all night long to lie awake, still as a corpse, and wish I could go back to sleep.
There is now a new twist on the whole situation which is that when I DO sleep, I dream that people keep coming to my house and they refuse to leave and they keep me awake ALL NIGHT LONG and when I woke up this morning, early, early because Owen is coming, I kept thinking, "It is morning now, you must milk the cow/And tomorrow to bed we go," and I just sort of wanted to cry.