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The crickets are chirping,
"Goodnight. Goodnight."
With our babes bedding down
Beneath the moonlight.
Dear dreams, sweet child.
The day is done.
Put your head to bed
With the sleeping sun.
Put your silly head to bed
For we have all had our fun.
Momma bird has called
For her chicks to rest.
Tucking each one
In their birdy's nest.
They close their eyes without a peep
And dream of flying whilst they sleep.
Sweet dreams, dear child.
Until tomorrow's light.
Hear the crickets are chirping,
"Goodnight. Goodnight."