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Sleepy shadows fear to fall, so they lean against the wall, while the / tall dock in the hall sings: "Tis time for bed. " Wooden hills we / now must climb. Up we go, two at a time, singing such a sleepy / rhyme, little Curly Head. Wooden hills, clip-clop, clip-clop. First / a jump, and then a hop. Now we've reached the very top, nursery fire / glows red. Sleepy town we've reached at last, dreamland's ship is / anchored fast, rosy fancies fly the mast, prayers must now be said. / Weigh the anchor, off you go. Dreamland's miles away, you know. / Little dreams as white as snow wait for Curly Head. Sleepy shadows / fear to fall, lean against the nursery wall, and to one another call: / "Sleepy Head's in bed! "