In
the arms of the Sandman,
Off
to sleep.
Went
sweet little Tic,
And
his little white feet.
Off
to the Dreamlands,
Wee
Tic he just flew.
With
his Magic Blanket,
And
his Dream Pillow too.
Over
the moon,
Swing
round the sun.
Happy
is Dreamland,
Where
everything’s fun.
Grasses
and flowers,
And
butterflies too.
Lots
of nice kittytreats,
For
kitties to chew.
Squirrels
in the treetops,
And
sun on his fur.
Birds
all a-twitter,
Sweet
Ticker, he purrs.
Fresh,
clear running water,
To
cool his wee throat.
Soft,
gentle breezes,
To
ruffle his coat.
Mice
in the grasses,
Tic
smiles a cat smile.
Oh,
he will not hurt them,
Just
watch them awhile.
Soon
it is morning,
The
sun comes along.
And
he’ll fly back home now,
And
sing me a song.
Of
Dreamland and rainbows,
A
place in the sun.
And
I’ll go back with him,
When
my time is done.
By: Wayne Pond
Copyright © 05-06-2002
