Running around through the day
Trying to catch a child at play

Teaching him to learn what to say
Teaching him to read
Planting his seed

Comes the time for bedtime slumber
I race after my little tumbler
I gaze on the face of my little wonder

At last he's tucked in,
It's so quiet, you can hear the drop of a pin

His eyes slowly close
And I miss him, as he starts to doze

He is now entering dreamland
I soothe him with pats of my hand

The next morning again we'll meet
A rosy sunlight always to greet