Sweet Dreams Good night, night-night, Mind those bed bugs don't bite. Little darling, sleep tight. Creeps down, turns off light. Bed bugs that bite! Eyes wide in fright, Imagines a sprite, Huge teeth, yellow-white. In the gloomy twilight, His fear at it's height, Scared stiff, sits upright, And screams out, forthright. His mother, contrite, Explains that bedbugs don't bite And the calmed little mite, Gets a teddy. Delight!