By Richard Wallace
I love to watch the moon in the sky.
I watch as the clouds go drifting by.
When they hide the moon
the moon knows I’m here.
I wait for the clouds to go by.
The moon comes to see me every night.
Sometimes it’s round and very bright.
Its coat of gold shines down on the world,
a gift for all the world to see.
It is a gift from a special friend.
The face in the moon knows that I’m here.
It smiles down for everybody.
Sometimes I pretend it’s smiling just for me.
It loves to get my ‘good luck wish’ to the moon.
The moon, my friend in the sky.
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