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The evening is coming, The sun sinks to rest, The rooks are all flying 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 pimpernal red; It's time little people were going to bed! Goodnight little people, Good night and good night; Sweet dreams to your eyelids Till dawning of light. The evening has come, there's no more to be said; It's time little people were going to bed! |