When I couldn't go to sleep, my grandmother used to say
"You'd better get off your merry-go-round at the end of day."
She'd kiss me on the chin and then tuck the covers in.
She'd say, "Good-night, sleep tight, little mite."
Now you can begin.

Count ten.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
As long as you can.
Count ten.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then do it again.

If the thoughts keep going round and round that busied your head all day,
Tell them to lie down or go away.
While you count one, two, three, four,
You're watching snow, you're minding sheep,
You're counting stars where the sky is deep
And first thing you know you won't know a thing
'Cause you'll be fast asleep.