In a cozy little nook, where the stars twinkled bright, Lived a puppy named Penny, a ball of pure delight. As the sun dipped low and the day took its flight, Penny readied for sleep with all her might.
With fur as soft as clouds and eyes full of glee, Penny gathered her toys, one, two, and three. A worn-out tennis ball, a soft squeaky friend, and a blanket woven with dreams to tend.
“Goodnight,” she’d woof to the sky as the moon climbed higher, a silver “hi.” A bedtime serenade, a howl so sweet, Guiding her dreams on their secret fleet.
Beside her was a teddy bear, cuddly and wise, Promising dreams that would light up the skies. Penny would whisper, “Goodnight, my dear bear, Guard my dreams with love, show you care.”
With the hush of the breeze and a yawn so right, Penny would drift in the moon’s soft light. Stars overhead, like diamonds they, gleam, turning her sleep into a wonderful dream.
Back in her corner, where toys found their place, Penny would snuggle, a smile on her face. “Goodnight, Toys. Goodnight, teddy bear’s grace, goodnight, stars, watch over my dreamy chase.”
In the calm of the night, Penny would snore as the moonbeams embraced her, a lullaby’s core. Dreams of chasing butterflies, fast in flight, Guided by dragonflies in her dreams, Penny takes flight.
And so, in the moon’s gentle, silvery beam, Penny would slumber in a world full of dreams.
With her friend toys, a dreamland so bright, Penny would rest, lost in her slumber’s sweet light.