Magic Tree House
Junie B. Jones
Splashy sunset paints the sky. Shy moon tiptoes, climbs up high . . . Daylight is fading and night is drawing in. It's time for bed. A drowsy child observes the wide world settling down,...
WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND Nod one nightSailed off in a wooden shoe–Sailed off on a river of crystal lightInto a sea of dew . . .So begins Eugene Field’s lovely bedtime poem, which tells of three...