Time to go to Bed.
Reading edition
The sun at ev’ning sets, and then
The lion leaves his gloomy den;
He roars along the forest wide,
And all who hear are terrified:
There he prowls at evening hour,
Seeking something to devour.
When the sun is in the west,
The white owl leaves his darksome nest;
Wide he opes his staring eyes,
And screams, as round and round he flies;
For he hates the cheerful light,
He sleeps by day, and wakes at night.
When the lion cometh out,
When the white owl flies about,
I must lay my sleepy head
Down upon my pleasant bed;
There all night I’ll lay me still,
While the owl is screaming shrill.