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Did you ever look out your window at night,
When the full moon makes the earth seem bright?
The maple leaves shimmer in the silver light,
As the night wind blows its gentle breeze,
And rustles the branches of the forest trees.
An owl on a branch into the night he sees.
His whooo begins the night time sound.
Then a cricket chirps on the leafy ground,
And a bullfrog chorus echoes all around.
When above the night noise your mother has said,
“Come away from the window and get into bed.
Good night my little sleepy head.”