When night lets it curtain down
And things start looking dull and brown
Then there in the middle of the town
You see something shining bright as a crown
That shining thing in the middle is the moon
That you can’t surely see at noon
Until after you see the sun setting as a loon
Then you know you’ll see it pretty soon
And once a month it appears as a ring
Round and shiny that makes your heart sing
And wish you could fly if you had a wing
Or may be you’ll try some other nice thing
And everything seems smiling all night
Even flowers look very fresh and bright
That makes every moment pleasant and right
Till the appearance of the first ray of light.
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