All night long and every night,
When my mamma puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day, before my eye.
Armies and emperors 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.
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At first they move a little slow,
But still the faster on they go,
And still beside them close I keep
Until we reach the town of Sleep.
[Illustration: THE TOWN OF SLEEP]
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