Well here it is. It goes to the tune of Brahms lullaby (yeah, I know - ain't I a stinker?!) and I hope it all works out.....

I can't sleep, I can't sleep,
I've got bloody insomnia.
Eyes like sand pits, open wide,
In the middle of the night.
Counted sheep, drank warm milk,
Walked the dog, read the Bible,
Wrote a book, played at cards,
And it's still 3.00 a.m..

I can't sleep, I can't sleep,
Through that bone shaking snoring,
Like an earthquake, in my bed,
In the middle of the night.
Tried to stop, tried to turn,
Suffocate or to drown him,
Still he snores, like a drain,
And it's still 3.00 a.m..

I can't sleep, I can't sleep,
So I sit here and ponder,
Why is rain wet? Is the grill off?
Did my washing all get done?
Count more sheep, have a gin,
Doze off, just for a second…..
Damned alarm, in my ear!
Now it's bloody 8.00 a.m..!