On my bed I lie
Dreaming lots of dreams,
All exhausted from
Lots of games and treats.
You can't tell if that
Is my head or tail.
I don't care cos I'm
Dreaming of a whale.
But it's pink not blue,
Carrying me and you,
To a far off land.
We'll play in the sand.
Now I'm running through
Fields full of chews.
Bouncing all around,
Wait...is that a sound?
So I look up and
You are sitting there,
With me all snuggled up
In my favourite chair.
It is time to sleep,
Time to dream,
Time to mend,
Time to pretend,
Time to hope,
Not to mope,
It’s not the end.
Poppet's running round the garden.
She thinks it's the bestest thing.
Running round and round in circles,
Then running around again!
Running around,
Running around,
Then running around again!
Poppet's worn her little self out,
So she snuggles herself up.
Dreams of running round the garden
Once again once she wakes up.
Running around,
Running around,
Then running around again!
Just because 