No one told me about it being the last dance,
the last chance before lights out,
no one tells me nowt.

You can't dance under the duvet, said someone who's never tried.

then you start wondering, how many moonbeams in starlight which keeps you up half the night until you realise no one can count that far.

as for the sheep, ask Bo-Peep, she had lamb chops for lunch.

sorry,
trying to connect the dots to the spots floating across the whites of my eyes and not quite managing, mind you, some of the managers I've known haven't quite managed either.