It's time to go to bed you sleepy heads, your nodding stems are growing heavy. Your petals and leaves are changing colors, falling away, scattered among the debris of a garden going to sleep for the winter. To bed, to bed, you sleepy heads, draw the quilt of frost up over your roots, cover up tight, for winter is long and cold.
Take your time my sleepy heads, and wake refreshed in the spring, full of joy for the warmth that will follow this deep sleep. To bed, to bed, my sleepy heads.
