When your mind is running round and you can’t make it stop;
When your room’s so thick with thoughts it feels like it could pop;
When your eyes shoot open at the faintest creak or beep;
When your body’s aching, but you can’t get to sleep…
There is a fate of sleep, and to rest you must appease her.
How so? Well, you should know, good foe: The answer’s in your freezer.
But even if it isn’t—if you must Uber Eats it—
The answer’s never far, for every town ‘round here secretes it.
…Yes, in your house, or in your city, somewhere close at hand,
There is a balm for sleeplessness abundant in the land.
So, if the fate so orders before letting you go dream,
Go to your kitchen, tired one, and serve yourself ice cream.
