Sunflowers come in June.
They don't like the moon;
I always know.
A stargirl told me so.
A moonboy walked over
and said I was wrong,
The moon was everyone's friend.
He cried two tears
and caught his fears.
The stars envied him.
He picked up a leaf
and held it in the air.
Little bugs were crawling.
There are no bug people.
I looked at him,
the lonely moonboy,
the only one I ever saw.
I don't know the moons.
I hear they're buffoons.
But stars can tell a lie.
Why are we so bad?
Making each other sad.
I just want to smile
and make you smile.
=]
