• The moon ate the sun,
    Swallowing it whole,
    Making the day turn to night,
    Making the world go cold.

    Her children would dance,
    In the dark blue sky,
    Millions of them,
    Twinkiling so high.

    I brought back the sun,
    A star in my pocket,
    It seemed so small,
    But it flared like a rocket.

    The day was brought back,
    Oh so soon,
    But the stars are still there,
    And so is the moon.