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BEDTIME
The stars are there a-winking
Right at a boy I know;
They seem to be a-thinking
That he to bed should go.

The great round moon is gazing
At him with steady eyes;
He says, "It's quite amazing
That every night he cries."

The trees are now a-bowing
So dignified and deep,
The darkness thus allowing
For them to go to sleep.

The rose is there a-nodding
Her head within the gloom;
She does not need a prodding
To go to bed so soon.

The toads are just a peeping
To see if you're awake;
They think you are a keeping
Yourself up very late.

A little boy's a-blinking—
The sand-man's late to-night;
What can he be a-thinking,
By keeping out of sight?

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