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Whose moon is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite a happy bro.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I shout: hello.

He gives his moon a shake,
And laughs until his belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The moon is pale, tranquil and asleep,
But bro has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep,
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of aliens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.