Little Miss Kisses the Moon
Little miss came out to kiss the moon
Her lips were puckered, and not too soon
She’s a show off said the sandman goon.
I never liked her spouted a red raccoon.
She is okay, said a creepster named McVoon.
He is not well-known in the meadow of the moon.
Matter of fact, I think he moved into town at half past noon.
Lots of talk about the kissing of the crescent moon.
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