The dandelions have closed their eyes
The stars are lighting their lamps to see
The babes and squirrels and birds and bees
Are sound asleep as they ought to be
The squirrel keeps warm in his furs of gray
'Neath feathers, birdies are tucked away
The robin's home is a nest o'erhead
The bees, they nest in a hive instead
My baby's nest is her little bed