When night goes knock, knock at our house door,
It’s time to take my toys from the floor.
Although sometimes I make a deep frown,
I soon agree to wind myself down.
Next I get ready to eat my food
To make sure I am in a good mood.
Up the stairs, there are my teeth to brush;
Then comes a warm bath with little rush.
This is followed by comfy bedclothes
That in winter may cover my toes.
Really close to Neny/Ninga I huddle,
So I get a very good cuddle.
As she reads with me now under sheet,
Her voice becomes soft and very sweet.
She whispers and bellows as the wind,
And buzz, buzz, buzzes like bees that spin.
One time growling, she’s a big, big bear,
She then purrs like Fennel with no care.
Dragons yodel and a castle floats,
With dancing grandpas and smarty goats.
Soon my eyes begin to grow bleary,
And my head gets heavy and weary.
Drifting off gently in Neny’s/Ninga’s arms,
I dream of rainbows and pretty charms.
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