MOTHER, FATHER, COME MEET OUR FRIENDS. THEY’VE COME TO FROLIC WITH US EVERY NIGHT. IT BREAKS UP THE QUIET HERE. OH MOTHER, OH FATHER, THEY’RE SINGING SO LOUD WE CAN BARELY SLEEP. WE TOLD THEM TO BE QUIET, BECAUSE WE KNOW THEY’RE DISTURBING YOUR SLUMBER TOO. OH FATHER, YOU MUST BE SO TIRED FROM WORKING ENDLESSLY. OUR FRIENDS SAY THEY’D BE HONORED TO HELP YOU RELAX. HERE IS SOME TEA THEY’VE MADE. THEY SAY IT CURES ALL ILLS. OH MOTHER, TAKE A RESPITE FROM LAUNDRY AND CHORES. COME SING SONGS WITH US. LET US TEACH YOU ONE OUR FRIENDS TAUGHT US. IT GOES LIKE THIS: “NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP, THE LORD IS ABSENT HERE, HE SPEAKS NOT EVEN A PEEP. WHEN ON THIS NIGHT, YOU REST YOUR HEAD, ALLOW NOT THE MANOR TO FILL YOU WITH DREAD. WE ALL BELONG HERE, THIS IS OUR HOME, ALONG WITH EACH GUEST RECORDED IN THE TOME. PERHAPS THE SUN, WE WILL WATCH RISE, AS THE FIRE SPLITS THE SKIES. FREE YOUR SOUL FROM ITS CHAINS, YOUR SIN WILL WASH AWAY IN THE RAINS.” NOW MOTHER, FATHER, LISTEN CLOSE, WE MUST NOT DELAY AND BE RUDE TO OUR HOSTS. TAKE OUR HANDS, COME THROUGH THIS DOOR, AND IN THIS LIGHT, WE SHALL ALL BE REBORN.