Write a bedtime story for an eight year old in the style of Biggie.  Make sure there's a puppy named Carl.
This one goes out to all the boys and girls trying to sleep with momma and poppa up making noise in the kitchen.

Tucked in tight, got the night light, and the covers up under your chin,
your best friend Carl, fluffy puppy, rough-tongued, wrapped up in the blankets,
tired from running, fun-having, treat-snatching, belly scratches.

The moon's hung low, eyelids falling like dominoes,
that's the way it goes, the only thing a kiddo knows,
soft pillows, comfy sheets, and a room full of 'Z's.  Believe.