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I sat there on my favorite spot
Heard them talk, didn’t get a thing
Got comfortable, settled in
The world became hazy, the voices faded out
When I woke up, I realised
Tooth fairy can’t tuck me in
So who made sure that I sleep tight?
That’s a childhood mystery we can solve
No matter where we dozed off
On a chair, couch or in the car
Always woke up with a mattress beneath
Yet the count of this incident is umpteenth
Someone did always made sure our childhood had no scars.