Walking out the gate,
Sleepy tried not to cry,
bravely singing herself,
an old lullaby:

"In the Land of the Woods,
I've heard it said,
the birds and the bees,
find their perfect bed.

"Bunnies in their burrows,
squirrels in the tree,
perhaps there is also
a bed here for me."

But as darkness fell,
eerie sounds filled the trees,
her little voice trembled. . .