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A Marsh-wiggle Lullaby

Sleep deep, little Wiggle,
                           (There's no harm in trying.)
Sleep soundly and well.
                           (Though it's damp and we'll probably freeze.)
It's too dark now to lark--
                           (And too dark to sleep, too, I shouldn't wonder.)
Stop trying to wriggle
                           (You might knock down the wigwam.)
Right out of night's spell.
                           (Never trust spells--remember poor Puddleglum!)



© Copyright 2010 by Mariah B'Forre


This poem won the Utter East Award in the 2013 Lion Awards at The Lion's Call

(Also posted by my Narnian Giraffe-self here)