Once upon a time there was a Sleepy Prince.
No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep.
He wiggled and jiggled.
He jiggled and wiggled.
But just couldn’t get to sleep.

So they called for the royal butlers.
The royal butlers fetched the Sleepy Prince some snacks and warm milk to help him sleep.
But that didn’t work.
He wiggled and jiggled.
He jiggled and wiggled.
But just couldn’t get to sleep.

So they called for the royal tailor.
The royal tailor made the Sleepy Prince some new pyjamas from the softest, most comfortable material ever.
But that didn’t work.
He wiggled and jiggled.
He jiggled and wiggled.
But just couldn’t get to sleep.

So they called for the royal plushie maker.
The royal tailor made the Sleepy Prince a new plushie for him to cuddle.
That worked a little bit.
He wiggled and jiggled.
He jiggled and wiggled.
But just couldn’t get to sleep.

So they called for the royal veteraniarian.
The royal veteraniarian brought the Sleepy Prince the softest, cutest puppies and kittens for him to cuddle.
But that didn’t work.
He wiggled and jiggled.
He jiggled and wiggled.
But just couldn’t get to sleep.

So they called for the royal bard.
The royal storyteller told the Sleepy Price the most calming and relaxing stories ever told.
Eventually, the Sleepy Prince slowly drifted off to sleep.

Night night, Sleepy Price. Sleep tight. Sweet dreams. And I’ll see you in the morning.