Moon Up High
As the prince lay in his cot
and his sister, the princess, tugged on a knot,
they both stared out the window -
along with the prince's fuzzy pink hippo.
Even though bedtime had come early,
due to their mischief their parents were surly.
Yet as moonlight flooded the castle
you could hear nay a rustle - no hustle and bustle
A white face shown overhead
It was the moon going to bed
They gazed as the orb cresend
It was as though, it truly, hastened
Enveloping the night's darkness
Leaping and bounding between stars with brashness
Making its way ever nearer.
The children stood watching the shadows disappear.
Finally the moon appeared at the window,
Caressing each doll with light, as well as the hippo.
The children leaned toward the bright face
Hoping to give it a peck, just in case…
Just in case it was lonely way up high
Between the clouds and stars in the mid-night sky.
They wished to caress the moon
Cheek to cheek, just as with a stubborn balloon
One which strains to go up high
And you hug it before you let go with a sigh.
They wished to ask the moon its story, but didn't want to pry
It looked so glorious way up high.
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