Evening's coming on
Like a lovely buttered scone
Night will soon appear
Like a little fish's ear
Then all will be dark
Like in the belly of a shark
Evening's nearly here
Just like Christmas every year
Soon we'll hit the sack
Like a sheepdog coming back
And all will be dark
Like in the belly of a shark
And there we will sleep
With the farmer's sheep
And we will be happy
Like a soft, new-washed nappy
If we dare to fly
Like the swallows in the sky
We will take our rest
With the nestlings in our nest
And all will be dark
Like in the belly of a shark
Like a lovely buttered scone
Night will soon appear
Like a little fish's ear
Then all will be dark
Like in the belly of a shark
Evening's nearly here
Just like Christmas every year
Soon we'll hit the sack
Like a sheepdog coming back
And all will be dark
Like in the belly of a shark
And there we will sleep
With the farmer's sheep
And we will be happy
Like a soft, new-washed nappy
If we dare to fly
Like the swallows in the sky
We will take our rest
With the nestlings in our nest
And all will be dark
Like in the belly of a shark
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