I should have slept like a baby through the night
But I kept tossing & turning, my heart galloping with fright
For though, in the brightness of the day, it might seem too far-fetched to think
I was sure that last night, some dastardly rascal had spiked my drink
I had it at the same time that I did every night, quietly, without making the slightest sound
But my palate had immediately realized that something was drastically amiss this time around
I tried to point it out to my parents, who live with me, but they just refused to listen
For no words were coming out of my mouth, though I tried and tried till the effort made my entire face glisten
So I lay alone in my bed, and tried to cry myself to sleep
And when even that didn’t work, I switched to counting sheep
But I soon realized that I could not count on it to the save the day
For the horrible aftertaste of the drink would just not go away
I was sure then, that I was not going to last very long
This last nightcap was definitely going to be my swansong
But then I thought, it’s been a good life, I’ve always had what I need
So I closed my eyes and lay still, waiting for the poison to do its deed
And the next thing I heard was my father’s voice, filled with pride
Talking softly to my mother, who was standing by his side
Look how peacefully he’s sleeping, Dad said, you were worrying needlessly about our son
I told you that it’s high time he started having bottled milk, now that he’s turned one
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