Sweet Dreams

A Funeral Poem..... from Memories of Me, Billy Crystal 1988

Now's the time to go to sleep.
Time to slip away.
Time to sat Sweet Dreams,
To the things that I love today.

Sweet dreams to the stars.
Sweet dreams to the breeze.
Sweet dreams to belly buttons that go in.
Sweet dreams to belly buttons that go out.

Sweet dreams to all the tushies in the world.
Little ones and the big fat ones.
Like the waitress at the bowling alley.
Sweet Dreams.