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Noisy Toys
Sam would not nap, no matter what
Her poor, sad father was distraught
Inside her crib, she rolled around
She kicked the bars, jumped up and down
"Why won't you sleep?" her father said.
"This really is a comfy bed."
She just frowned and hollered "No!"
To sleep, she simply would not go.
And so she lay there with her toys
Making every kind of noise.
Tweets and bleeps and tweetle-twees
Everything had batteries.
And then her dad had an idea
A secret plan, a panacea
He scooped up all her toys that made
That awful, beeping serenade
And while she watched and made a pout
He took every battery out
Then all her toys were quiet, mute
Her father made a small salute
And then without that constant din
To go to sleep Sam could begin
Her eyes, they fluttered and were drawn
Dad smiled and fought the slightest yawn
And so she lay there fast asleep
Until her father's watch went...BEEP!
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