Where do you go when fast asleep,
Where do you find your rest?
I wish but for the smallest peep,
To be just brief a guest.

Alas, I'll surely never know,
And guess I shouldn't try.
To follow where it is you go,
To where each night you fly.

For each must have a secret place,
To dreams, we must attend.
So all I see: a sleepy face,
Is all those dreams will lend.