Bedtime thoughts, Ill-Illuminated, By a Cabin's Shadow, Time to sleep, Nightmare's aglow, Into the Darkened Chateau. Tick and Tock, The Wooden Planks do Creek, As the Brook, Begins to Bubble, And Squeak, Dream you Child, You Tiny Lad, And think of the Nightmare, About your Brother, The one, Your Mother, Never Had. Substantiate your closet, and make a friend, with your blanket, Fear must be a Feast for All, Why else would they all show up? If not for the nocturnal Banquette...