Oh human, you think you can dream so deep,
But I’m the master of perfect sleep.
I curl up tight on this patterned bed,
And let soft clouds fill up my head.

My nose is pink, my whiskers still,
The sun beams down—it’s a warm, sweet thrill.
The world can wait, I’ve got no plan,
Just chasing fish in my dreamland.

Your eyelids flutter, you toss and you turn,
But I’ve got tricks you’ll never learn.
With one slow sigh, the day drifts away—
I could nap like this all day.

So hush, no noise, don’t make a peep,
For none can match my artful sleep.

You may be tired, but can’t you see?
No one sleeps as good as me!