The evening is coming;
The sun sinks to rest.
The crows are all flying
Straight home to the nest.
"Caw" says the crow
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.
Closed for the night
Are the roses so red.
It's time little people
Were going to bed!