“The moon is out again, then does’t it appear every single night? Wait a minute, does it ever go away? Really?” Gun Roswell
The moon is hanging out there against the darkness of the skies
At least it looks like that, when looking out the window in the middle of the night
It always seems to be appearing, out of nowhere after sunset
And usually, looming there way past the night, well, perhaps changing position somewhat
But, the moon half or full, crescent or nonsense? I dunno the rhyme
It’s all fine as long as the moon graces us with its presence
