When the tired sun sets
The evil trees say
‘Yes, yes!
We can scare the children
Who lay in their beds!’
When the alert moon comes out
She says,
‘No, no!
Don’t scare the children
Who lay in their beds!’
When the sleepy children who lay
In their beds hear the racket
They say,
‘We won’t be scared by your shadows!’
And the children put their heads
Under their pillows and fall
Soundly asleep
While the shadows
Dance on the windows
And the moon just smiles |