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The New Moon

O mother, how pretty the moon looks tonight!

She was never so lovely before:

Her two little horns are so sharp and so bright;

I hope she'll not grow anymore.

If I were up there with you and my friends,

We'd rock in it nicely, you'd see;

We'd sit in the middle and hold by both ends:

Oh, what a bright cradle t'would be!

We's call to the stars to keep out of the way,

Lest we should rock over their toes;

And then we would rock till the dawn of the day,

And see where the pretty moon goes.

And there we would stay in the beautiful skies,

And through the bright clouds we would roam;

We'd see the sun set and see the sun rise,

And on the next rainbow come home.

Writer unknown, but copy found in Green's Scholastic Series of Poetry No. 91

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