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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The busy Moon forgot about the Tide. She left it out all day upon the sand. And when it found itself alone topside, there mischief was immediately at hand It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone, then dragged in trash to mess them up again, it chilled the chubby babies to the bone and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor wrapped all the kelp into a tangled wreath, then turned up all the driftwood on the shore to tickle little creature underneath It tricked the Fishermen it came across by pulling at the lines they'd cast about, took cages that it saw the Trappers toss and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out It called to Clouds that hung around the sky then strained to meet them halfway in between and splashed them until they began to cry but just to make it rain, not to be mean! It fooled with every Fish that floated by, it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near, it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry and played with all the boats along the pier It twirled the baby Squid until they laughed then passed them each a sponge to blot the ink and after they'd been taught this master craft, it swirled away like water down a sink The Tide adored its mischief and it would have gleefully put more toward its spree but for the Moon, who for the greater good, rose none too soon and let it out to sea!
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