A poor apneatic, barely slept in the family bed,
Then one day he was diagnosed for good,
And then down through his nose came some preasurised air.
Air that is, clear gold, restfull sleep.
Well the first thing you know Hosehead feels like a millionaire,
Kinfolk said "Hey no need to sleep out there!"
Said in the bedroom is the place you ought to be
So they loaded up the 'pap and moved to slumberland.
Bed, that is.
Fluffy Pillows, seeing stars.
