My friend the Moon

Alone at sea in the indaco night,

I found a moon slumbering tight.

I called out his name so his dreaming would end,

“Dear Mr. Moon, would you be my friend?”

He happily came right down to my boat,

“How oddly, “ he said, “you keep you afloat.”

“I am swinging on a star,

And I think it much better, much better by far!”

And the moon began to rock and sway,

To show he had a better way.

He even did a great back flip,

Which had always been his favourite trick.

But then string tore with a SNAP!

“Oh dear!” I cried, “What a mishap!”

He fell right down in a quick flash,

And hit the water with a SPLASH!

He began to sink and did not stop,

Til all I saw his moon-top.

But then he showed a great knack,

For floating up on to his back.

But I could not just watch him float,

So helped him up into my boat.

I took my towel and dried him off,

So that he would not catch a cough.

And then I began to row to shore,

So that he could dry some more.

And somehow got him trough the door,

With a touch of magic to be sure!

Then we sat and sang together,

“Lady Blue”

and

“Stormy Weather.”

And how we twirled all night,

Just me and Moon, what a sight!

We danced until our feet were sore,

We danced until we could no more.

Then we sat and read a book,

And Mr. Moon loughed’till his belly shook.

We cooked together, then ate a bite,

And wished each other a fond “Goodnight”

And while he slept I sailed again,

To see if I could find another friend;

In the middle of the sea,

Mr. Sun smiled down to me.

My new friends woke to find each other,

As friend and friend, brother and brother.

And together we now live and play,

Day and night, night and day!