Sleep, my little princess

Tick tock, goes the clock,
the hour is late.
I'll sing you a song
and tell you a tale

of the little princess
who saved the little prince
from the foolish clown
with the most evil grin.

A kiss on the cheeks,
I'll plant on thee
and braid your golden hair
just as you please.

Under a warm sunny blanket,
I'll lie at your side.
Oh my little princess,
won't you please sleep tonight?

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