Oh, a friend,

So wonderful to call your own.

Your cherished comfort, 

Your soothing, precious thing,

The soft cotton duck you cannot sleep without.

How good it is to hold her,

To see her, to know her

To look in her eyes and favor her

When she whispers words in your ear

You think, she’s mine, and you can’t help but 

Gently cradle her heart.

Her laughter is magic

Pearls of crystal sea

Uncut diamonds, gleaming

The bunny blanket which rocks you to sleep

She kisses your cheek and hushes, goodnight!

When it’s just you and her,

The world seems so quiet,

Even the gentlest winds lay still.

You can hear her voice in a howling squall,

It’s a fairy’s star twinkling chime.

Oh, what a treasure to call your own

Dearest of dreams,

The most darling of souls.

And how fierce can your love be, how tight and how tucked

Like the sleeping bags under a midnight sky.