Gleeful Moon LAST night in the wood I met a
She was up to no good, She had gotten a flitch And a fattened brood Of the New Year chicks : Nuts, apples red And a loaf of bread.
She mounted the wind. Her hair streamed.
And the moon grinned And hungrily beamed.
Yes, the moon gloated, - Spilling silver drops, And gleefully floated Thro' the pine-tree tops.