The Moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall
She shines on thieves on the garden wall
On streets and fields and harbour quays
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse
The howling dog by the door of the house
The bat that lies in bed at noon
All love to be out by the light of the moon
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise



Credits
Writer(s): Dp, Robert Louis Stevenson, Patrick Williams
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