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Show How the Clovers Go to Bed. The great round sun is sleepy And wants to go to bed; So he hides his face so shiny Behind a kerchief red. Then all the little clovers That dot the velvet lawn Begin to nod their tiny heads And tie their nightcaps on. The moon comes up a-tiptoe To kiss the dears good night. And she brings a little cloudlet To shield their eyes from liht. Good night, you winsome clovers. All snug in grassy beds; You'll dream of sleepy bumblebees Who sing about your heads. L. F. Cliittende |