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night is here
Night is here, the sun sinks to rest
Birds are all flying straight home to their nest
Caw, Caw, says the crow overhead
It’s time little ones were going to bed
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 ones were going to bed
Butterflies, drowsy, are folding their wings
Bees are returning, no more the birds sing
Their labor is over, their babies are fed
It’s time little ones were going to bed
Here comes the pony, his work is all done
Down through the meadow he takes a good run
Up go his heels and down goes his head
It’s time little ones were going to bed
Goodnight, little ones, goodnight and goodnight
Sweet dreams are yours till dawning of light
The night has come, there’s no more to be said
It’s time little ones were going to bed
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