Tank's bedtime prayer:
Now I lay me down to sleep
the king size bed is soft and deep
I sleep right in the center groove
the people here can hardly move
I've trapped their legs, they're tucked in tight
And here is where I spend the night
No one disturbs me or dares intrude
Until morning comes and I want food
I sneak up slowly to begin, and lick their nose or a bit of chin
For morning's here, it's time to play
I always seem to get my way
Thank you Lord for giving me
These lovely people that I see
The ones who hug and hold me tight
And share the bed with me at night
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