As the sun slowly rises, above the great green land,
The baby moon goes down to sleep, waving with his hand
The sky turns from dark to light and sunlight clothes the hills
The voices of the children become ever so audible, along with all the shrills
Until it is the tiny moon's turn, and the children yawn away.
And the sun sinks back down until it will come back another day.
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