Bumblebee groaned. It was the dead of night and everyone was in recharge. Well, almost everyone. He was exhausted, and would already be in recharge, but something was keeping him awake. And that something, was sitting on his chest plate. Blades was not in the least bit tired, and was eagerly taking in his surroundings. He'd recently discovered all the new and interesting things around the base, and his own curiosity keeping him, and Bumblebee, awake.

The yellow mini-bot looked to the infant. "You're not going to go into recharge anytime soon, are you?" Blades paid no attention to him, his focus on a fly buzzing around his helm. Bumblebee sighed, it was going to be a long night. He had no idea how he was going to get any recharge at this rate. Then, he remembered the book Sari gave him. Well, It's worth a shot. He thought to himself.

The small copter-bot gave a squeak of protest as Bumblebee wrapped an arm around him and sat up. Shifting the infant into a comfortable position, he flicked through the list of songs and poems implanted in his processor. He nodded to himself when he found one he liked. He pulled up the lyrics and began to softly sing.

Ye bards who extol the gay valleys and glades,

The jessamine bowers, and amorous shades,

Who prospects so rural can boast at your will,

Yet never once mentioned sweet 'Robin Hood's Hill.'

This spot, which of nature displays every smile,

From famed Glo'ster city is distanced two mile,

Of which you a view may obtain at your will,

From the sweet rural summit of 'Robin Hood's Hill.'

Blades looked at Bumblebee, a puzzled expression on his face. He listened to the song intently, as it was new and interesting to him. Unaware of the song's intention, he was slowly, but surely, going into recharge.

Where a clear crystal spring does incessantly flow,

To supply and refresh the fair valley below;

No dog-star's brisk heat e'er diminished the rill

Which sweetly doth prattle on 'Robin Hood's Hill.'

Here, gazing around, you find objects still new,

Of Severn's sweet windings, how pleasing the view,

Whose stream with the fruits of blessed commerce doth fill

The sweet-smelling vale beneath 'Robin Hood's Hill.'

Bumblebee smirked slightly as the little bot's optics flickered sleepily. He silently thanked Sari for the book, happily thinking of finally getting to recharge. Though he was dreading having to wake up in the morning.

This hill, though so lofty, yet fertile and rare,

Few valleys can with it for herbage compare;

Some far greater bard should his lyre and his quill

Direct to the praise of sweet 'Robin Hood's Hill.'

Here lads and gay lasses in couples resort,

For sweet rural pastime and innocent sport;

Sure pleasures ne'er flowed from gay nature or skill,

Like those that are found on sweet 'Robin Hood's Hill.'

Bumblebee continued singing softly, rubbing the little mech's head. Blades quietly chirped, snuggling up against Bumblebee. His earlier fascination with his surroundings forgotten as his fatigue caught up to him.

Had I all the riches of matchless Peru,

To revel in splendor as emperors do,

I'd forfeit the whole with a hearty good will,

To dwell in a cottage on 'Robin Hood's Hill.'

Then, poets, record my loved theme in your lays:

First view; - then you'll own that 'tis worthy of praise;

Nay, Envy herself must acknowledge it still,

That no spot's so delightful as 'Robin Hood's Hill.'

The yellow scout finished his song, smiling at the now recharging Sparkling. He gently lay down, so as not to wake Blades. The infant copter-bot snuggled closer to the yellow mini-bot, sleepy clicks escaping him. Bumblebee chuckled. "You're such an attention hog." He whispered, rubbing the little mech's head softly.

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Incase you haven't guessed, the lullabye used in this is called Robin Hood's Hill. Man, I've got enough fluff in this story to make a giant stuffed animal.