And so the angel told Tom if he’d be a good boy, he’d have God for his father and never lack joy,
Goodnight Tom, sleep tight Tom.
These are not deeds that save you, for love is the fire that must claim you,
Whisper half-prayers in the night,
Turn off the lamp and you turn out the light.
Tom remembers to wash his hands before meals and to brush his teeth at least three times a day, while cutting down on in-between-meal snacks.
Storybook pages rustling cease,
At clocks last chime the locks released and silence beats his silent drum,
Space, with gaunt eyes, bids you, “Come.”
Here is the cure to avail you: God nailed on that tree to replace you,
Eclipsing the luster of light,
Thoughts that are dark as the darkest night.
Tom knows that proper grooming is the by-product of a healthy attitude and high moral fiber,
Tom likes people, and people like Tom.
These are your drowsy days in vain,
You will not wake to sleep again,
Come the hour when you will never sleep again but wake forever.
Boys on detention pay close attention to sound instruction through film,
Boys on detention pay close attention to sound instruction through film.
Hey.
These are not deeds that save you, for love is the fire that must claim you,
Whisper half-prayers in the night,
Turn off the lamp and you turn out the light.
Tom is polite to classmates and teachers,
“Please” and “Thank-you” says Tom with a smile.
Boys on detention pay close attention to sound instruction through film,
Boys on detention pay close attention to sound instruction through film,
Boys on detention pay close attention to sound instruction through film,
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