It’s a well known fact
there’s a nap
That has my name on it

Floating in
and out my head
Where all good naps are kept

It has learned
to wait it’s turn
Placed in the nap line

Little wonder
that its number
Is that of number 9, number 9, number 9

And with that said
it steps ahead
Moving through the queue

Dusting me
with a need for sleep
As all good naps should do