Bed Time

	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!

Midi: Bed Time

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