The Evening Is Coming by Unknown Author Horse 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.