Bedtime
The evening is coming, the sun sinks to rest;
The crows are all flying straight home to the nest.
“Caw!” says the crow, as he flies overhead;
“It’s time little people were going to bed!”
The flowers are closing; the daisy’s asleep
The primrose is buried in slumber so deep.
Closed for the night are the roses so red;
It’s time little people were going to bed!
The butterfly, drowsy, has folded its wing;
The bees are returning; no more the birds sing.
The labor is over, their nestlings are fed;
It’s time little people were going to bed!
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