I am a bed.

My name is Fred

I like to cradle someone’s head

I snuggle with him every night

Until he wakes at morning’s light

And when he does, he goes away,

And won’t come back ‘till late that day.

And when he’s back, I’m filled with joy

Because he is a little boy.

I like to cradle this one’s head.

My name is Fred

I am a bed.