Coo, coo, my quiet child,
Do not sleep, but speak to me.
Say those syllables of old,
That ancient language lost to man.
You ought to talk of all your thoughts
And teach me meaning long forgot.
I need your wisdom and your voice,
Your soft, serene soliloquy.
And yet your eyes, they drip and droop -
It is hard work, this dialogue. 
Yes, you need sleep, yet I need you
To coo and keep me company.