A bad dream came when I was small <br />Something chased me down the hall <br />It turned out not to be that bad <br />Cause I was rescued by my Dad <br />He cuddled me in his own bed <br />He soon soothed me by what he said <br />Good dreams bad dreams come to play <br />When you wake up they've gone away<br /><br />Rod Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-727/
