Mr. Moon

O Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

Down on the hilltop,

Down in the glen,

Out in the clearin',

To play with little men?

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

O Mr. Moon,

Hurry up your stumps!

Don't you hear Bullfrog

Callin' to his wife,

And old black Cricket

A-wheezin' at his fife?

Hurry up your stumps,

And get on your pumps!

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

O Mr. Moon,

Hurry up along!

The reeds in the current

Are whisperin' slow;

The river's a-wimplin'

To and fro.

Hurry up along,

Or you 'll miss the song!

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

O Mr. Moon,

We're all here!

Honey-bug, Thistledrift,

White-imp, Weird,

Wryface, Billiken,

Quidnunc, Queered;

We're all here,

And the coast is clear!

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

O Mr. Moon,

We're the little men!

Dewlap, Pussymouse,

Ferntip, Freak,

Drink-again, Shambler,

Talkytalk, Squeak;

Three times ten

Of us little men

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

O Mr. Moon,

We're all ready!

Tallenough, Squaretoes,

Amble, Tip,

Buddybud, Heigho,

Little Black Pip;

We're all ready,

And the wind walks steady!

Moon, Mr. Moon

When you comin' down?

O Mr. Moon,

We're thirty score;

Yellowbeard, Piper,

Lieabed, Toots,

Meadowbee, Moonboy,

Bully-in-boots;

Three times more

Than thirty score.

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

O Mr. Moon,

Keep your eye peeled;

Watch out to windward,

Or you'll miss the fun,

Down by the acre

Where the wheat-waves run;

Keep your eye peeled

For the open field.

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

O Mr. Moon,

There's not much time!

Hurry, if you 're comin',

You lazy old bones!

You can sleep to-morrow

While the Buzbuz drones;

There's not much time

Till the church bells chime.

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

O Mr. Moon,

Just see the clover!

Soon we 'll be going

Where the Gray Goose went

When all her money

Was spent, spent, spent!

Down through the clover,

When the revel's over!

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

O Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

Down where the Good Folk

Dance in a ring,

Down where the Little Folk

Sing?

Moon, Mr. Moon,

When you comin' down?

—Bliss Carman.