Good Night Charlie (A bedtime story)

There once was a boy named Charlie
Who lived in a house that was red
And he would put up such a fuss and such a fight
Whenever it was time for bed

“No!” he cried, “I’m not tired!
There so much in this world that’s making me inspired.”

“But Charlie,” his mother said,
“You need your rest. Now please my angel, go to bed.”

“No!” he cried. “I don’t want to lie down.
I want to see all there is to see, from the forest to the farm to the country to the town.”

“But Charlie,” said his father’s stern voice,
“This is not a request, you haven’t any choice.”

“No!” he screamed, “I have too much to do!
“There are books to read and songs to sing and games to play and friends to make
And I have get smart, because someday I want to go to school.”

“But Charlie,” said his dog Cheyenne,
“You need your sleep, now close your eyes, try, see if you can.”

“What...? Dogs can’t talk!” Charlie screamed.
“So maybe I’m already asleep; maybe this is just a dream.”

So he closed his eyes
And his father turned out the light
His mother kissed him on the cheek
And they all said, even Cheyenne the dog, we love you Charlie…good night.