I wrote out this poem and modified it some to make it better.
Young Knight Thought
All night long and all night
when my mama puts out the light.
I see the people marching by
as plain as day before my eye.
Armies and animals and kings
all carrying different kinds of things.
And marching in so grand a way
you never saw the like by day.
So fine a show was never seen
at the great circus tent on the green.
For every kind of creature and man
is marching in that caravan.
At first they walk a little slow
but still the speedier on they go.
And sleep beside me close I keep
Until we reach the city of sleep.
Modified by
Blake Dunson
Original writer unknown
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