Classic Poem

Moon , so round and yellow,
—Looking from on high,
How I love to see you
—Shining in the sky.
Oft and oft I wonder,
—When I see you there,
How they get to light you,
—Hanging in the air:

Where you go at morning,
—When the night is past,
And the sun comes peeping
—O'er the hills at last.
Sometime I will watch you
—Slyly overhead,
When you think I'm sleeping
—Snugly in my bed.