In the midnight garden, the crickets jump and fairies dance and sing their little songs
The raccoon rests on the toadstool dreaming his little dreams
The stream bubbles along through
Unaffected by night or day
And the moon hangs low and full, giving light to all who are busy in the night
The midnight garden is more alive than most might think
But those are the secrets of the night that only a fortunate few are privy to
If you tip toe in the midnight garden
You may hear the whisperings of the night
But don’t you dare turn on the light
Because they will all vanish as if never there