'A Rhyme and a rhyme and a rhyme and a rhyme......

Three things were all he wanted, so he said.
He wanted just my time, some tea and read
a bedtime story.
A strange request I said.
I haven't slept, said he. And sipped his tea.

I read the tale of time and he and me.
And he remembered where his heart should be.

Not way up there with not a soul to see,
But here with me, a story and some tea.