A Life With Words

Once a month, our Moon shines full,

O’er town and field and marsh.

But us old-timer moanin’ Gnomes,

Find her light a little harsh.

Please be so kind and stop a while, to help adjust our dress.

We’ll be very grateful for your time and gentle thoughtfulness.

A little cape, a tiny hood – that’s all we need tonight.

Then we can slumber peacefully whilst Sister Moon is bright.