Young Night Thought

All night long and every night, When my mama puts out the light, I
see the people marching by, As plain as day before my eye.
Armies and emperor and kings, All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a way, You never saw the like by day.
So fine a show was never seen At the great circus on the green; For
every kind of beast and man Is marching in that caravan.
As first they move a little slow, But still the faster on they go, And still
beside me close I keep Until we reach the town of Sleep.