Classic Poem

Close your sleepy eyes,
My little buckaroo,
While the light of western skies
Is shining down on you.
Don't you know it's time for bed?
Another day is through.
So go to sleep,
My little buckaroo.

Don't you realize,
My little buckaroo,
It was from a little acorn
That the oak tree grew?
And remember that your dad
Was once a kid like you,
So go to sleep,
My little buckaroo, hmm, humm.

Soon you're gonna ride the range
Like grown-up cowboys do,
Now it's time that you
Were roundin' up a dream or two.
So go to sleep,
My little buckaroo.