THE MAN IN THE MOON
by Edith E Millard 1832 - 1891
The Man in the Moon is a friend of mine,
He comes when the stars begin to shine:
I fancy he lights them, one by one,
And never rests till his work is done.
Sometimes I do not see him at all,
And I think, most likely, he has to call
And shout for the stars that would rather try
To play hide and seek in the big blue skies.
The other night, to my great surprise,
The Man in the Moon had tears in his eyes;
He looked so sad and his mouth drooped down,
And he gave me the most tremendous frown!
"Poor Man in the Moon, I am sorry!" I said,
"Have you lost some stars?" but he shook his head;
He could not tell me what was amiss,
So I waved my hand and threw him a kiss.
For more than a week there was rain or snow,
And the wind was very angry- I heard it blow;
But the Man in the Moon I could not see,
The dark clouds hid him away from me.
Last night he peeped through the window pane,
I declare I hardly knew him again!
I tried to sketch him for Nurse to see,
A jollier face there never could be.
His eyes were smiling at me like this,
And all because I threw him a kiss!
