"Where's the nap, you thief?"

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,"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 record looks quite sour.
Last night I see you stole a kiss,
Last week you took a shower, 
"You beat your eggs
,you've whipped your cream,
You've even killed an hour or two,
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.

part of The Nap Thief, Shel Silverstein