Bedtime and precious should be sleeping,
But she is huddled in bed weeping.
Daddy is creeping,
Into her bed where she should be sleeping.
Inside precious is screaming,
Goes into fantasies where she be dreaming,
That these things aren’t happening.
She tries to tell mum but shes not listening,
Says she is make believing.
These tales too hard to be believing.
So little precious she be weeping,
All night because dad is creeping,
Into her bed when she should be sleeping.
