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Bedtime
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 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!
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 people were going to bed!
Good-night, 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!
Way Down South Where Bananas Grow
Way down south where bananas grow,
A grasshopper stepped on an elephant's toe.
The elephant said with tears in his eyes,
"Pick on somebody your own size!"
Anonymous
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