Bedtime: a poem for the end of the day

​BEDTIME(A poem for the end of the day)

The evening is coming, 
The sun sinks to rest;
Straight home to the nest.
"Caw!" says the rook, 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.
Shut up for the night is the pimpernel 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.
Their labour is over, their nestlings are fed;
It's time little people were going to bed!

~Thomas Hood