A Child's Garden of Verses

All night long and every night,When my mama 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 seenAt the great circus on the green;For every kind of beast and manIs marching in that caravan.At first they move a little slow,But still the faster on they go,And still beside them close I keepUntil we reach the town of Sleep.