A Twilight Song

Baby moon,‘ tis time for bed,

Owlet leaves his nest now;

Hide your little horned head

In the twilight west now;

When you're old and round and bright,

You shall stay and shine all night.

Baby girl is going too

In her bed to creep now;

She is little, just like you,

Time it is to sleep now;

When she's old and tired and wise,

She'll be glad to close her eyes.