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