I was sleeping,

And in my dream I was weeping,

Because I burnt my finger,

Because I kept listening to a singer,

And then I woke up from my nightmare,

And it was still dark but my mother took good care,

And then I went back to sleep,

But there was even more weep,

Because I burnt my finger twice,

Even bigger than a cube of Ice,

And then I woke up,

And knew it was time to drink water from my cup,

And on the way I came across a book,

And it was attached to a hook,

And then I saw the Dua of sleep,

And knew there was no more weep,

And then I went back to bed,

And at that very moment I said,

The Dua of sleep,

And now in my dream there were no more creeps!