The Moon stayed at home, tonight;
we couldn’t see her corporeal light,
the sky was dark
stars didn’t shine,
and everyone went to bed at nine.
She asked a boon,
“Could I have the Moon,
upon a bed of lettuce?”
I, thought once,
thought twice;
and gave her the Moon
on a colourful bed of rainbow rice.
Not what she wanted,
but almost as nice.
The Moon
above the trees
fluttering in the breeze –
the Moon, not the trees –
in the Lunar Wind blew away;
the tides all stopped that day.
There once was a forest upon the moon
that flourished for a while
but vanished too soon
a realm of trees upon her face
a woodland there in outer space.
And all the creatures of the trees
lived there happily, life was a breeze
Swinging through the branches high
the monkeys laughed, and then did cry;
for, when the forest realm could not rebirth,
they all fell back down to Earth.
The Moon in June
is just like the Moon
in any other month,
apart from the rhyme,
of course.
The Moon In June
is just like the Hay in May,
or the Starch in March,
for example.
The Moon In June
is currently appearing in a
showing of Noël Coward’s ‘Present Laughter’
at the Aldwych Theatre
allegedly.
The Moon In June
will be back
all too soon.
Everybody: (Singing)
Everybody’s going to the moon
And they going there very soon
But everybody better take care
Because there aren’t enough toilets up there!
The end
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