Jerome just really loved to sleep.
Hit hit the bed—and not a peep
Would then ensue. For hours he
Would saw his wood—but silently.
He’d wake. He'd eat. And then he’d snap,
And cry aloud, “I need a nap.”
And off he go, back to his bed,
And sleep as if he now were dead.
So this went on there in his den—
Until he never woke again.