Why So Pail?

I put a bucket on my head
Each evening when I go to bed.
It’s noisy and my neck is sore.
It echoes every time I snore.
My dreams are weird. My sleep is poor.
I don’t know what the bucket’s for.
Hey, look, it’s time to go to bed.
Best put the bucket on my head.

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