When slumber claims you,
go counting sheep.
I will come to you,
softly in your sleep.
A dream so real
you'll wonder upon awakening.
If it was for real,
or just a dream you were making.
You'll rise and look around,
sure that I must be there.
You know that I am pleased
by the smile that you wear.
Of course I was there.
How else would I have known,
that the smile you are wearing
is one of my own?