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Sleep Time

by Annette Wynne

When day is over, Mother sings songs
And each child climbs into the crib where he belongs,
And says his prayers, and thinks of things he did all day,
Whether at school or home or on the street at play.
But he never quite gets through for his eyes shut tight
And he doesn't even hear Mother putting out the light.