Okay, now I will sing you a song.
A lullaby, if you will.
Do you see the turtles?
The turtles hopping deeply?
In your sleep...Lee?
A man named Lee.
I could have been a woman, though.
A good one, not a ho.
Real good with a bow.
That's Yumi, in Japanese.
Your feet are below your knees.
Pass the butter, won't you, please?
Say "Excuse me" when you sneeze.
But I don't. I don't.
Go to sleep!
Afterthought: I wrote this to my friend Brain late (as you can see) one night. He should have been getting more sleep; so I was...lending a helping hand. Or word. Or several groups of words. It's highly esoteric if it makes you feel any better (in reality, it's complete silliness).