 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
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