Classic Poem

Go home, Father Sun, send old Mother Moon,
Along with the baby stars,
And we will wait at the little gate,
Down by the meadow bars.
Hurry home, hurry home,
Happy Father Sun, West of the meadow bars,
And send us soon, old Mother Moon,
And all of the baby stars.

Now Mother Moon is coming up the East,
East of the meadow bars,
And twinkling after, with light and laughter,
Follow the baby stars.
Follow your Mother Moon, happy little stars,
Over the fields above;
Come again to-morrow night, bubbling over with delight,
Little baby stars of love.