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.