The birds have hid, the winds are low,	
The brake is awake, the grass aglow:	
The bat is the rover,	
No bee on the clover,	
The day is over,
And evening come.	
 
The heavy beetle spreads her wings,	
The toad has the road, the cricket sings:	
The bat is the rover,	
No bee on the clover,
The day is over,	
And evening come.