Forty Winks

If a nap fell in my lap,
I’d let it, for I know
That hours sap and often tap
Your get up and your go.

I’d shut my eyes and, no surprise,
I’d drift off in a cloud,
Where lullabies, in any guise,
Would never be allowed.

For I once thought that no one ought
To waste the day in sleep,
But slumber sought, when nerves are taut,
May make the nighttime creep.

So when I’m spent, I’ll be content
To float away and choose,
Without lament, a quick descent
Into a little snooze.