The sun is weary, for he ran <br />So far and fast to-day; <br />The birds are weary, for who sang <br />So many songs as they? <br />The bees and butterflies at last <br />Are tired out, for just think too <br />How many gardens through the day <br />Their little wings have fluttered through. <br />And so, as all tired people do, <br />They've gone to lay their sleepy heads <br />Deep deep in warm and happy beds. <br />The sun has shut his golden eye <br />And gone to sleep beneath the sky, <br />The birds and butterflies and bees <br />Have all crept into flowers and trees, <br />And all lie quiet, still as mice, <br />Till morning comes-like father's voice. <br /> <br />So Geoffrey, Owen, Phyllis, you <br />Must sleep away till morning too. <br />Close little eyes, down little heads, <br />And sleep-sleep-sleep in happy beds.<br /><br />Richard Le Gallienne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-child-s-even-song/
