When worries rob you your sleep,
You can tell me why.
I will be your chamomile tea and listen
Until your troubles are forgotten.
We can eat biscuits like chips,
Put our feet up the table by the window
And count passing airplanes as if counting sheep.

When worries rob me my sleep,
Please be my chamomile tea
And lullaby me with a little bit of honey
And a little bit of affection.