The Moon
The Moon was laughing
As it couldn't find feet
To our fantasy
Of play and nudity
The Moon didn't know
That only like this maybe
We could enjoy ourselves
With such foolishness
The Moon was dressing
With the passing of the month
With sweet melodies
Of singing and drunkenness
The Moon sensed
That our smallness
One day would kill her
With such foolishness
Anyone would think
That at least once
The Moon would show
Her upside down side
The Moon didn't want
To stop appearing
Very pretty illuminated
Until dawn
The Moon was smiling
Happy to discover
That forever she would enjoy
With our future