Shhhh... Listen close. The nighttime sings.
The stars go "twinkle twink!" and the moon whispers, "Hello, sleepyhead."
Once upon a dream, the Cats of Midnight wore tiny crowns and danced on the rooftops. Their chorus made of silent bells and moon beams.
Bunnies of the dusk hop between dreams, their hop, hop, hop rhymes with every tick of the gentle clock.
Do you hear the stories the sleepy clouds tell? They speak low and happy, words like cotton candy whispers.
Now, tiny robots sing "bee bop boop," but their tune is warm and sweet, wrapping every child in cozy hugs.
Sleep tight, in a world of dream-weaving wonder.