Here it is, it’s two o’clock; <br />I haven’t gone to bed <br />Because a jingle of a rhyme <br />Was jingling in my head. <br />It jingled long. It jingled short, <br />Until all night I could not sort <br />That jingle from my head. <br /> <br />'I cannot go to bed, ” I said, <br />“Until I have it right, <br />If I should try, I know it would <br />Keep jingling there all night.” <br />My little daughter came at last <br />To say, “No need for such a task, <br />For now it is daylight.”<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-shift-4/
