Time to go to bed; enough said. I’m
Tired and I need my rest, for tomorrow
I’ve yet another test. Well, I wouldn’t want
To fail; maybe I might end up in jail.
Eight hours should do the trick, if I want
To avoid the nick. Being locked away,
Would I last another day?
So I must remember to set my alarm. I
Don’t want to cause a panic, otherwise
People will start to think I’m manic.
So it’s goodnight from me. I’ll remember
You in my dreams.
Off I go up the wooden hills to Bedfordshire,
Hoping to sleep like a log, trying to avoid any
Mist and fog.