nce I dreamed Till I screamed Out with fright; And I fret Even yet In the night, When I wake With an ache Or a pain, For I seem Just to dream It again.
Heard a cow Make a row Like a hen, And some frogs Squeal like hogs In a pen; Saw a rat And a cat Eat a dog, And a lamb Eat a ham And a frog.
Then a bear Shouted, “Where Is my meat?” While his nose Touched my toes And my feet; Then the claws Of his paws Clutched my head, And a yell Found me—well, Out of bed.
Now at night I recite To myself, When I spy Any pie On the shelf: “None for me, No, siree, Not a bite,— Till I die, No more pie Late at night.”
