The whistling dove tucks her head in her wing
In the morning she'll rise up and fly and sing
She'll meet all the gifts the new day will bring
But for now she tucks her head in her wing
The lion cub begins to snore
In the morning he'll rise up and pounce and roar
He'll prowl as he never has prowled before
But for now the lion cub starts to snore
The arctic fox nestles in her burrow
In the morning she'll rise up and stretch and go
She'll bound and she'll leap in the pillowy snow
But for now she nestles in her burrow
The gosling sleeps under his mother's breast
In the morning he'll rise up and leave the nest
He'll peep and he'll flap and he'll swim with the rest
But for now he sleeps 'neath his mother's breast
And you, my love, are tucked in tight
In the morning you'll rise up and greet the light
You will play and grow be happy and bright
But for now it's time to say goodnight
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