Bill and Ben tales until you fell asleep.
Counting dozens and dozens of sheep!
Fences to jump, lambs needing a hand.
In distant, lush meadows in dreamland.

A losing battle I was fighting at times!
Not seeing any tiny falling asleep signs!
So my imagination went into overdrive.
Until those sleepy, little signs did arrive.

I saw eyes go heavy, fighting the weight.
The final sheep had jumped fence or gate.
The flower pot men had said 'Goodnight'
One gentle kiss, then I turned off the light.