Wee Sleeping Beauty


Plan running smooth as clockwork, just what the doctor ordered.
Like a fairy tale of old, to soothe a sleep disorder.
Not all fables have happy ends, some wind up pretty Grimm.
Are you lying there thinkin’ of England? Or musing him?

Racked me mind eight ways t’ Sundee,
but to adore thee is me duty:

me wee sleeping beauty.

The dark of night lays heavy, soft sound of slumber’s breathin’,
your poker face revealin’ shrill silence of your dreamin’/sleepin’.
Your heartbeat warms your silken skin, necess’ty knows no law,
to wake you’d be a crime itself, I watch dumbstruck in awe.

Rackin’ me mind eight ways t’ Sundee,
but to adore thee is me duty:

CHORUS

©15.4.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

but to adore thee is me duty: (stolen from R.Burns’ “Bonnie Wee Thing”)


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