Biscuit

Now I lay me down to sleep
The king-size bed is soft and deep

I sleep right in the center groove
My human being can hardly move!

I’ ve trapped their legs, they’re tucked in tight
And here is where I pass the night

No one disturbs me or dares intrude
Till morning comes and “I want food!”

I sneak up slowly to begin
I nibble on my mommy’s chin.

For the morning’s here and it’s time to play
I always seem to get my way