The sun goes down, the sky turns gray,
The little birds have flown away.
They find their nests in leafy trees,
And rest their wings in evening’s breeze.
The owl wakes up with eyes so wide,
He hoots beneath the moonlit tide.
While tiny sparrows softly sleep,
In cozy nests they gently keep.
The stars come out, the world is still,
The night birds sing from hill to hill.
A lullaby floats through the air,
As nighttime birds sing everywhere.
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