She has her head on the stuffed bear on the bed.
It is a cushion or a prop for her curly crop head.
She snuffles she snorts, on guard and in bed.

She may be game, and she may not have grace.
The blanket she lies on is the softest place.
Oh she falls so heavily into that dreamy space.

Oh to dream,

Take me, with you I will run too, we will catch those
rabbits and jump those fences landing on our toes,
side by each, with the other, and who knows?

I may wake and know you well, You...
You may wake and know me better, I will...
I will know, what it is to have you as a best friend.