Patrick the Performing Moshling
By Steve Cleverley and Sanj Sen
Friends, Moshlings, sleepyheads… lend me your ears. I am Patrick Stewart and tonight I’m going to tell you all about a very good friend of mine. A little Moshling called Patrick… so snuggle down, close your eyes, cosy up and relax.
Clear your sleepyhead, Patrick
Now it’s time for bed, Patrick
Calm your busy mind, Patrick
Sleep is what you’ll find, Patrick
Patrick is a Moshling, an actor by profession
He loves performing on the stage, in fact it’s his obsession
Every show’s a triumph and he always does his best
Though when the curtain comes down, Patrick usually needs a rest
Alas, though he can laugh on cue and spontaneously weep…
This gifted little Moshling just cannot get to sleep
Things wouldn’t be so bad but every time he goes to bed
He thinks of his performances and replays them in his head
Patrick needs to find a way to calm his busy mind
So tonight he’s going on a trip to see if he can find…
An answer to his sleepless nights, a way to stop reciting…
The various lines of dialogue that make life so exciting
Clear your sleepyhead, Patrick
Now it’s time for bed, Patrick
Calm your busy mind, Patrick
Sleep is what you’ll find, Patrick
Patrick strolls through Wobbly Woods, as stars glint in the sky
He’s seeking out a Moshling friend to ask the reason why…
An actor of his calibre can’t keep his mind from straying
To musings on the motives of the Moshlings he’s portraying
See Patrick’s had a long career, he’s seen and done it all
From movies, plays and TV shows, no gig’s too big or small
He’s travelled through the galaxy and signed the Captain’s log
And played the third guy on the left, to one man and his dog
Perhaps his varied resumé explains why he can’t sleep
It’s much more fun to reminisce than lie there counting sheep
Though as this evening wears on, Patrick gradually starts to find
That wandering through this peaceful forest calms his hectic mind
Clear your sleepyhead, Patrick
Now it’s time for bed, Patrick
Calm your busy mind, Patrick
Sleep is what you’ll find, Patrick
Patrick’s on a moonlit path now, flanked by silvery trees
And as he walks, the scent of jasmine dances on the breeze
The wondrous world of Moshi is so enchanting late at night
And as Patrick yawns he spots a quite delightful starlit sight
A charming outdoor theatre stands beside a glistening stream
This is where he first performed a Mid-Moshi-Night’s Dream
A sleepy looking character is dozing on a seat
So Patrick clears his throat, which jolts him to his feet
“Hello Marty,” Patrick says, “Do you remember me?”
Then strikes a pose and bellows, “To be or not to be?”
The sleepy Moshling’s eyes light up, “Patrick… is that you?
I’ve not seen you since we performed the Maiming of the Shoe”
Clear your sleepyhead, Patrick
Now it’s time for bed, Patrick
Calm your busy mind, Patrick
Sleep is what you’ll find, Patrick
The Moshling Patrick’s speaking to is Marty, an old buddy
An actor of great standing, who’s also quite a luvvie
Many moons ago, he and Patrick worked together
But they haven’t seen each other now for what seems like forever
Patrick says, “I need some help. You see, I cannot sleep
Every time I try my mind keeps buzzing, so to speak”
“You always were a ham!” says Marty, “Lurching between dramas…
I’ll bet you sleep in costume, as opposed to your pyjamas”
“Spare me from the jokes,” says Patrick, “Can you help or not?
These sleepless nights are causing me to really lose the plot”
“As you like it” Marty says, “Sleep’s vital, I agree”
“I’ll show you how to calm your mind, just come along with me”
Clear your sleepyhead, Patrick
Now it’s time for bed, Patrick
Calm your busy mind, Patrick
Sleep is what you’ll find, Patrick
Patrick follows Marty to a shoreline so serene
It winds around Lake Neon Soup, like something from a dream
As kaleidoscopic water laps against the lilac sand
Marty turns to Patrick, and takes him by the hand
“Listen to these waves,” he says, “And allow me to explain…
To get to sleep you really need to disengage your brain
Try to leave your work behind before you go to bed
And soothe your racing mind with nice relaxing thoughts instead
“Breathe deeply, think of wondrous things, don’t worry about stuff
Cos even though you love to act, you do it quite enough…
Take a moment every day to ponder any qualms
So when you go to bed each night, your mind’s at ease and calm”
Clear your sleepyhead, Patrick
Now it’s time for bed, Patrick
Calm your busy mind, Patrick
Sleep is what you’ll find, Patrick
Patrick says, “By jove, you’re right, bedtimes should be tranquil
I knew you’d have some good advice, for this my friend, I’m thankful
To sleep or not to sleep, that is really not the question
Thus, I think from this night on I’ll follow your suggestions”
Marty nods as Patrick talks, while gazing at the lake
And before they part, the friends enact a scene for old times’ sake
Patrick jumps upon a stump, his hand goes to his brow
And in a wistful voice he asks, “Oh, sleep, wherefore art thou?”
Several hours later, the pair are still performing
Till finally they say farewell, in the early hours of morning
Patrick tells his pal that he will heed his tips tomorrow
And as they hug, both friends agree that parting is such sweet sorrow
Clear your sleepyhead, Patrick
Now it’s time for bed, Patrick
Calm your busy mind, Patrick
Sleep is what you’ll find, Patrick
Patrick’s heading home now, and he takes the scenic route
Along a twinkling rope bridge that traverses Lake Neon Soup
The world’s a stage at any age, of that tonight has proved
And as he thinks of Marty, Patrick’s touched and rather moved
“I’m really such a lucky chap to know folks who are nice
Especially ones who give their pals such valuable advice”
He looks at his reflection in the moonlit lake below
And decides that when it comes to sleep, he needs to make it so!
From this day forth he’ll always try to make bedtime a dream
By ensuring that his evenings are relaxing and serene
He’ll try to leave his day behind each time he goes to bed
And replace all thoughts of work and scripts with dreamy thoughts instead
Clear your sleepyhead, Patrick
Now it’s time for bed, Patrick
Calm your busy mind, Patrick
Sleep is what you’ll find, Patrick
Back in bed now, Patrick knows the time has come to slumber
And as he hugs his teddy tight, he yawns and starts to wonder
If putting his theatrical thoughts aside each night is wise?
But then remembers Marty’s words and shuts his tired eyes
As he gently drifts to sleep, Patrick starts to dream
And owing to his earlier japes, his mind conjures a scene
He’s standing on a stage performing sweet sonnets with Marty
But they’re on a Class M planet with a Moshling landing party
Next he dreams he’s on a starship, saving Moshikind
And on screen there’s a scientist, a genius who reads minds
Things really start to get bizarre when Patrick’s dressed as Caesar
And recounts the festive story of a miser, Ebenezer
His whole career to date is drifting through his dreams tonight
And judging by their varied themes, it’s clear he’s done alright
“All’s well that ends well,” Patrick thinks, once his dreams subside
And as the crowd cheer in his mind, he feels so warm inside
He falls into a deeper sleep and starts to gently snore
Content that he has boldly gone where no actor’s been before
Goodnight
