WHAT TO DO AT NIGHT
Reading edition
Outside my window in the tree The owl toots on his horn. (It will be dark until the lark Comes singing in the dawn.) Above the sky one little star Looks down with friendly eye. (Thro' all the night it won't be light Until the sun's on high.) It seems so long to wait to play I've 'most forgotten how. I guess I'll go to sleep and dream About the fairies now!