Oedipus and the Styx.

Sleep my pretty child, my love,
Tomorrow is going to be;

Demand for his Boatman,
and stir the waters of your brother Dream.

Sleep my lonely child, my precious,

Midnight is fast approaching;

Call for the Shoremen to sway you,

To take you to the sights of the stream.

Sleep my sweet child, my darling,

The eve is setting at last;

Pray for the Lightmen to guide you,

To stall you and cradle the stars.

Sleep my crazy child, my sweetheart,

Noon is not too far away;

Wait for the courtesans to feed you,

And get me something to slay.

Sleep my only child, my lover,

Dawn is just a jump away;

Leap, scream and wait for me,

Yet, do not freeze when you embrace me.