Jolly Green Giant, it’s night time again. The Giant was wondering if he’d get a visit from Peter Pan. The big hearted Giant wasn’t in the lost boy category, but he surely wanted to tell a good toy story. Maybe he’d get a visit from Stuart Little? Though Stuart was probably scared of the cat and the fiddle. Either way, hickory dickory dock, the mouse wasn’t running up this clock.
The Giant decided to call it a night. He gazed upon the twinkle twinkle little stars in sight. Off he drifted, with his dreams playing peekaboo. Good night you wonderful writers, this giant, hopes that good dreams are blessed upon all of you.