The time has come for us to draw a close,
The night that all the dreams escaped our reach.
They all began as fantasies we chose,
But soon our thoughts left us within a breach.
The dreams ran out into the world of sleep,
To make mischief wherever they could run.
Trouble they caused ran up a bill not cheap,
Calamity that cannot be undone.
We caught them all before our parents woke,
They knew nothing, the flight of our fancies.
We captured them into a great big yoke,
A trap devised from the mind of Clancy’s
For now, our dreams will have a tighter rein,
They will not leave our minds in our domain.