  Half-past bunny-time, 'Possums by the moon; Tea and bread-and-honey time, Sleep-time soon. Things that poets pant to see, The beautiful, the true, Are nothing to the phantasy The closed eyes view. WHISPER! Tip-toe, Tip-toe, hush the noise, There's a wide-eye-whisper tune; Micky's making songs for boys; Sleepy after the afternoon. |
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