Bedtime

And so March ap Meirchion, ol' long ears, at the last, lost the beautiful Esyllt, fer good.

Tell us another un Aint Hope. I aint sleepy yet. And Sweetiepie here is likewise, wide awake. Aint ye Sweetiepie?

Snore....................Snore.

Well, I Sugarplum be wide awake nevertheless.

Sugarplum, its too late fer another story. So what we are gonna do is try and here the little baby plants clappin' their hands fer joy at the recent precipitation. But to hear 'em, the both of us have to be real quiet.

Aint Hope, are these the same little ones ye showed me today?

Yepper, the very same ones.

All righty then..............Snore.