When I'm in bed at night,
All tucked up warm and tight,
All kinds of noises
Go in at my two ears.
Brr . . . go the motor cars
Out on the street.
Whirr . . . sings the wind
As it blows round the house.
Ting-a-ling-ling
Ring the bicycle bells.
And ding-dong, ding-dong,
Sings the Grandfather Clock downstairs.
Then I hear nothing—nothing at all,
Because I'm asleep, sound asleep.