The stars, they blink,
One by one, they wink,
At the man on the Moon,
Whose brain does think,
Of things to play,
Before the day
Sends him to sleep
Straight away.
He'll play with Jack Frost,
Running free in the grass,
Making each blade,
Look as shiny as glass.
But when Jack goes away,
It's the start of the day
Which makes our friend the Moon man,
Fall asleep
Straight away.
