THE MOON IS UP
An anonymous poem
- HE moon
is up, the moon is up!
- The larks begin to fly,
- And, like a drowsy buttercup,
- Dark Phoebus skims the sky,
- The elephant, with cheerful voice,
- Sings blithely on the spray;
- The bats and beetles all rejoice,
- Then let me, too, be gay.
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- I would I were a porcupine,
- And wore a peacock's tail;
- To-morrow, if the moon but shine,
- Perchance I'll be a whale.
- Then let me be, like the cauliflower,
- Be merry while I may,
- And, ere there comes a sunny hour
- To cloud my heart, be gay!
"The Moon Is Up" is reprinted
from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York:
Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915. |
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