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CHEESE POEM: THE MOON
By Oliver Herford

The Moon is like a big round cheese
That shines above the garden trees,

And like a cheese grows less each night,
     
As though some one had had a bite.
 

 
The Mouse delights to nibble cheese,
     
The Dog bites anything he sees —

But how could they bite off the Moon
     
Unless they went in a balloon?
 

 
And Human People, when they eat
     
They think it rude to bite their meat,

They use a Knife or Fork or Spoon;
     
Who is it then that bites the moon?

Photo: “Yellow Full Moon” by Faiza, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED