Diddilydeedot's
Dreamland presents 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 40 Poems for Junior
and Intermediate Classes. Price 1½d, that's uk old
money.
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