The best naps happen in the thick of turmoil,
when water reaches a rapid boil,
when livestock crashes through the gate,
or an angry woman smashes a plate.
Oh, I'm getting sleepy just thinking about it:
I go alone to my room and relax for a bit.
They all panic, chaos abounds, violence ensues,
yet I lie tranquil, in the midst of a snooze.
It's delightful. They can fight and they can weep,
but my bedroom is locked, and I am asleep.
And no matter how long they pound on the door,
I'll stay in my bed just a few minutes more.
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