Round the castle still I go,
dreams and schemes and hidey-ho.

Just sleepwalking with my dagger
around a cold dark hall I stagger.

What’s this fountain, gushing blood?
Where’s my servants—stop that flood.

Eye of newt and tongue of bear.
Oops, nearly fell down a stair.

Hidey-ho! Guilt to the hilt,
never will I be said to wilt.

Candle lights up castle keep.
I’d kill to get one night of real sleep.