The Kind Moon

I think the moon is very kind

To take such trouble just for me.

He came along with me from home

To keep me company.

He went as fast as I could run;

I wonder how he crossed the sky?

I'm sure he hasn't legs and feet

Or any wings to fly.

Yet here he is above their roof;

Perhaps he thinks it isn't right

For me to go so far alone,

Though mother said I might.