Bed Time - Poem by Jhadeswar Khanda
The evening is coming
The sun sinks to rest;
The birds are all flying
Straight home to their nest.
''Cow; '' says the crow, as he flies overhead,
''It's time little people were going to bed.''
The evening has come, there's no more to be said,
It's time little people were going to bed.
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