Oh! Look at the Moon

Oh! look at the moon,

She is shining up there;

Oh! Mother, she looks

Like a lamp in the air.

Last week she was smaller,

And shaped like a bow;

But now she's grown bigger,

And round as an O.

Pretty moon, pretty moon,

How you shine on the door,

And make it all bright

On my nursery floor!

You shine on my playthings,

And show me their place,

And I love to look up

At your pretty bright face.

And there is the star

Close by you, and maybe

That small, twinkling star

Is your little baby.

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