Nocturne's Oil

The midnight oil burns as you toil
Through the night, you hope not to spoil
That pattern of sleep to whom you're loyal,
And have sweet dreams, regal and royal.

You work so hard, and then you're done.
What a relief! The long road you've run,
And now you're ready for ready to have some fun,
But first! Oh wait... sleepiness won.

As you slumber, I hope your dreams
Are better than the sounds you hear (it seems)
When you're away, and reality reams
And takes you away on its wild schemes.

But, all is good, you're now asleep,
And in your bed yourself to keep
Until you've slept yourself a heap
Of sleep, then arise with an abounding leap.