Study poem

Now I lay me down to study,
I pray the lord I won't go nutty.
If I should fail to learn this junk,
I pray the lord I will not flunk.
But if I do don't pity me at all,
Just lay my bones in the dorm hall.
Tell my professor I did my best,
Then pile my books upon my chest.
Now I lay me down to rest,
And pray I'll pass tomorrow's test.
If I should die before I wake,
That's one less test I'll have to take.