Two Little Eyes, A Head, And A Ship Like A Spoon or Nod Off, Shut Your Eyes As Mother Sings You A Tune.

Everyday will have its end.
"As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Morn my soul to
Keep, and lay me down into
Deep, into the ether, either
Way, I'll go dumb and blind,
You be my keeper."  A key
Is hung above you sleeper,
Ours is the urgent, ardent
Reaper.  These birds were made
To kill.  Tempered steel is like
Rajas to wield.  Enough is enough
In the yawn we trust, an argent
Chrysanthum Trump.  Belly up.