Sunsets red and quiet air;
Ponds are ice and trees are bare;
Fields are frozen far and near;
February days are here.
Bitter cold the night draws down
On the country and the town,
But in cheerful warmth we sit,
And the nursery lamp is lit.
Then, when mother stops our play,
Father puts his book away,
And he makes upon the wall
Shadow pictures for us all.
There a rabbit wags its ears;
Or a grinning face appears;
Or a swan with feathered wings;
Ships and many other things;
Last of all a nightcapped head
Then we know it's time for bed.
People used to wear nightcaps because houses and apartments were colder. They weren't as insulated as they are today.
Written by Katharine Pyle.