Now I lay me down to study
I pray, dear Lord, I won't go nuttyAnd if I fail to learn this junkI pray, oh Lord, that I won't flunkBut if I do, don't pity me at allJust lay my bones in study hallTell the teacher I've done my bestThen pile my books upon my chestNow I lay me down to restI pray I pass tomorrow's testIf I should die before I wakeThat's one less test I'll have to take.
