The Evening is Coming Goodnight poem

The evening is coming, the sun sinks to rest,
The birds are all flying straight home to their nests,
"Caw, caw," says the crow as he flies overhead,
It's time little children were going to bed.

Here comes the pony, his work is all done,
Down through the meadow, he takes a good run,
Up go his heels and down goes his head,
It's time little children were going to bed.