To show he had a better way.
So helped him up into my boat.
We danced until our feet were sore,
We cooked together, then ate a bite,
Then we sat and read a book,
And wished each other a fond “Goodnight”
For floating up on to his back.
Alone at sea in the indaco night,
And how we twirled all night,
With a touch of magic to be sure!
And the moon began to rock and sway,
And while he slept I sailed again,
“Dear Mr. Moon, would you be my friend?”
And somehow got him trough the door,
He began to sink and did not stop,
Asfriend and friend, brother and brother.
But then string tore with a SNAP!
and
And I think it much better, much better by far!”
I called out his name so his dreaming would end,
Just me and Moon, what a sight!
Day and night, night and day!
“Oh dear!” I cried, “What a mishap!”
In the middle of the sea,
Which had always been his favourite trick.
And then I began to row to shore,
But I could not just watch him float,
He happily came right down to my boat,
I found a moon slumbering tight.
He even did a great back flip,
I took my towel and dried him off,
Then we sat and sang together,
But then he showed a great knack,
My new friends woke to find each other,
We danced until we could no more.
Til all I saw his moon-top.
And hit the water with a SPLASH!
To see if I could find another friend;
And together we now live and play,
“I am swinging ona star,
He fell right down in a quick flash,
And Mr. Moon loughed’till his belly shook.
So that he would not catch a cough.
So that he could dry some more.
Mr. Sun smiled down to me.
“Stormy Weather.”
“How oddly, “ he said, “you keep you afloat.”
“Lady Blue”
