Chill Jimmy this is a place of comfort! (And of Huntresses) Sleep my darling tiny one Tucked within your bed so tight Else the old grey wolf will come And grab you by your side He'll snatch you up between his teeth If on the bed's edge you sleep And drag you to the forest deep Beneath the quaking tree So close your eyes and fall asleep Count the little woolly sheep Tucked so tightly you must keep Or he will come for you
