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!