Lullaby for Spring term

The evening is coming, the sun sinks to rest;

The birds are all flying home to their nest;

Caw Caw, says the crow as he flies overhead;

It's time little children were going to bed.

Here comes the pony, his work is all done;

Down from the meadow he takes a good run;

Up go his heels and down goes his head;

It's time little children were going to bed.

From Bedtime by Thomas Hood