I Need A Lot More Sheep

I went to bed the other night

And could not go to sleep

I tossed and turned and kicked and squirmed

And counted lots of sheep

That didn’t help a dad-burn bit

Toward putting me to sleep

But I kept right on counting

Till I ran out sheep

So then I came up with a plan

I thought was really neat

I’d count those lovely widows

That gather where we eat

Then I turned over in my bed

I started counting and couldn’t stop

I got so darned excited

I almost blew my top

I saw that wasn’t going to help

For getting me to sleep

In fact it kept me more awake

Than counting those old sheep

I don’t know just what I’ll do next

Unless I get a lot more sheep

I’d gladly trade the whole darn herd

For one real good night’s sleep.

D.B. Cox