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 waiters.
They fetched him 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.
They made him some new pyjamas from the softest, most comfortable material.
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 veteraniarian.
They brought the softest, cutest puppies and kittens for him to play with and 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 storyteller.
They told the most calming and relaxing stories ever told.
Eventually, the little prince drifted off to sleep.

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