Every night before I went to bed,
I asked for a story to dream about.
And just as I laid my head,
My narrator would start about.
Once upon a time is what he would say,
And introduce a character quite familiar.
In the story, the silly boy would lose his way,
While searching for something dear.
He would meet a wise old owl,
Who would wipe his tears,
And tell him something different,
That would end the boy’s fear.
The boy would then find the lost,
Using the lesson he had just learned.
And pay the owl a coin as a cost,
For a bedtime story needs to be earned.