Moon, Moon, Moon
I consider it a tonenail clipping
From God's own big toe
It sits in the big black sky
As bright as you'll ever know
Some people say
It's a huge ball of cheese
But if it was wouldn't people ask
"May I have some more please?"
I'm sorry to report
But moon is what you call it
I know this disappoints you
But please don't throw a fit
This moon, so big and round
Will hang in the sky
Forever and forever
Even after I die
I love the moon
As it sits there every night so bright
I wish I could hold it
Just so very tight
Moon, moon, moon
Just as pretty as can be
Moon, moon, moon
Tonight you look and see
Copyright © Alli B. | Year Posted 2009
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