NO--i did not take a nap, the nap took me
off the bed and out the window, far beyond the sea,
to a land where sleepy heads read only comic books,
and lock their naps in iron safes so that they can't get took.

and soon as i came to that land i also came to grief.
the people pointed at me, shouting, "where's the nap, you thief!?"
they took me to the courthouse. the judge put on his cap.
he said, "my child you are on trial for taking someone's nap.

"yes, all you selfish children, you think just of yourselves
and don't care if the nap that you took belongs to someone else.
it happens that the nap you took without a thought or care
belongs to bonnie bowlingbrook, who's sitting crying there.

"she hasn't slept in quite some time, just see her eyelids flap.
she's tired and drowsy-cranky too, cause guess who took her nap?"
the jury cried, "you're guilty, yes you're guilty as can be,
but just return the nap you took, and we might set you free."

"i did not take that nap," i cried, "i give my solemn vow,
and if i took it by mistake, i do not have it now."
"oh fiddle fudge," cried out the judge, "your records look quite sour.
last night i see you stole a kiss, last week you took a shower.

"you've beat your eggs, you've whipped your cream, at work you punched the clock,
you've even killed an hour or two, we've heard you darn your socks.
we know you shot a basketball, you've stolen second base,
and we can see you're guilty, from the sleep that's on your face.