Now I lay me down to study,
I pray the Lord I won't go nutty.

If I should fail to learn this junk,
I pray the Lord I will not flunk.

But if I do, don't pitty me at all,
Just lay my bones in the study hall.

Tell my prof I did my best,
Then pile my books upon my chest.

Now I lay me down to rest,
And pray I'll pass tomorrow's test.

If I should die before I wake,
That's one less test I'll have to take.

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