The Moon

THE MOON We’ve a friend up there ever so high A bright ball up in the sky. There’s a full moon in June When romance is enhanced, And young men on their knees, Oft’ submit marriage pleas. Made of cheese green, One week later can be seen To have been nibbled upon By a heavenly member of the Zodiac. Pisces, the fish in fact. At this phase of the moon, It is thought that a cow jumped over As a dish ran away with a spoon. When another week has passed It has been nibbled in half By Taurus, the bull’s young calf. Another week it looks forlorn Having been chewed by the goat, Named Capricorn. End of fourth week There is practically no more, But the black new moon Will see it’s slowly restored.