When the dark begins to creep,

Tiny-wees must go to sleep.

Lammy lammy lie,

I am seven, I;

Little boys must sleep and wait,

If they want their bed-time late.

Fidgy fidgy fie,

There's no need to cry!

Soon you'll never dress in white,

But sit up working half the night....

 

 

 

 

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A Twilight SongToC

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