Sleeping butterflies and daisies in your hair,

Playing with the frogs while flying through the air.

Sleep will come and go, with stars for Abigail,

Hush the sweet sounds of wind beneath your sails,

It's time to count the sheep jumping here and there,

Hush my sweet and beautiful Abigail.

The final cord drifted away and my precious, drooling fan was fast asleep.

"That was beautiful. Not to mention a miracle! She never falls ...