The orb in the sky burns forever bright, though it's time is over and moves out of sight. The restless child will not comply, a finger wagging says otherwise. A comfy bed and a plush teddy bear, darkening skies are what you will share.

What gets stroked before a finished load?

A merciless desert, Where birds go to die, A tiger may prosper, It all lives in the lie

If your high school is public, I'm here before the bell If you are my 'sitta', you're not sick nor well My name is two parts - a thing that may wave And - try not to giggle - a firm, erect stave

A boulder's my burden, It always rolls back, When the stone rolls awry, I must keep it on track