I wonder where you are tonight,
Mister Moon.
The sky will never be so bright,
Mister Moon.
The clouds have covered you so tight,
Mister Moon.
Will you come back another night?
Mister Moon.
My mammy says you've gone away.
Don't be stupid, I did say.
He doesn't go on holiday!
Or do you?
The stars look lonely in the sky,
I look away - it makes me cry.
Mammy looks worried;
What's wrong, dear?
I want to see the Moon up there,
But now he's gone on holiday;
I'll have to wait another day.
Mammy laughs and tells me; wait.
I grumble, I'm tired, it's getting late.
But now the summer breeze is blowing,
Oh my gosh! I see you glowing.
You're peeping out from behind the clouds,
Glittering, shining, big and proud.
Even the Moon needs to get away,
To somewhere new and far away.
This poem has a happy end,
Goodnight Moon, my bright friend.
