The moon makes its appearance
     When the sun goes out of sight.
So watch the summer skyline
     And see who comes out at night.

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It’s playtime now for creatures
   Who spend their days in bed.
They don’t just come to play you know.
     They’re hoping to be fed.

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The owls, the bats and little mice
     Come out when all is still.
Just listen and you’ll hear them,
     Their voices soft and shrill.

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The owls’ big eyes watch out for mice
     And do the bats want these?
'No!  What we like to eat for lunch
      Are tasty insects please.'

 

When the dawn begins to break,
      They hurry back to bed.
It's then your mother calls to you –
     And it’s your turn to be fed.

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