Moon, so round and yellow,
Looking from on high,
How I love to see you
Shining in the sky!
Oft and oft I wonder,
When I see you there,
How they get to light you,
Hanging in the air.
Where you go at morning,
When the night is past,
And the sun comes peeping
O'er the hills at last.
Sometime I will watch you
Slyly overhead,
When you think I'm sleeping
Snugly in my bed.
— Matthias Barr
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