Twas the time of Elmer F. Mclee

Time to go to sleep

For no longer was he free

“But I am not tired,” he tried to explain

And he knew

His protests were in vain

And thus he slowly stomped up to his room

Elmer F. Mclee fabricating his doom

Now on his mattress he vainly sought to rest his head

“For I am not tired,” he softly said

Now unto this day we will never know…

We will never see,

What misdeeds and agony were put upon Elmer F. Mclee

A sad life

For it was ambition and nerve upon he

That chilled, and brought upon the fate of Elmer F. Mclee.

And thus it was the nerve upon he

That brought upon insanity

To tell his parents to let him be

And that sleeping was not for Elmer Mclee

And he cried for mercy in his life!

But the ignorant responses

Twisted the knife

Their isolation from him

Was an armor that came within

And they thought he should be the same

Follow the crowd and don’t think vain

And no more think resting is pain

Sleeping is ecstasy, not a dread

That people should smile,

Sleeping in bed

And Elmer F. Mclee crying and dying

In misery was he

Made a plan to forever flee

From this tiring atrocity!

Out of the window he ran

Snatched the keys,

And turned on the van

Elmer, forever mistaken a crazy man

Now driving on the road was he

And starting to get tired

Was Elmer F. Mclee

His fate now a sealed deal,

Elmer F. Mclee

Fell asleep at the wheel

Nothing is now known of Elmer F. Mclee,

He should have gone to bed, oh foolish he!

Oh go to bed and there’ll be no fee

Like the price paid in the saga of Elmer F. Mclee

“I cant sleep, I cant sleep,” a boy once said

Take my advice…

Turn off your light and go to bed!