Deep within the Slackberry Tree,
The Slackberry Birds are peeping.
Even the lazy ones chirp a little,
But eventually, they’ll all be sleeping.

Four peeps, three peeps, two peeps, one,
Then Mama Slackberry’s day is done.
It’s twilight time; she’s in a lazy mood,
Her wings outstretched ‘round her tiny brood.

The Slackberry family all dream their dreams,
As the moon casts shadows, and the starlight gleams.
They coo and cuddle, with no fits or flurries,
For the Slackberry Bird… it has no worries.

There’s an empty space in the Slackberry nest,
Won’t you join us… let your mind rest?
Snuggle in under soft warm wings,
And release your cares 'til your heart sings.