Moon, So Round and Yellow

Moon, so round and yellow,

Looking from on high,

How I love to see you

Shining in the sky!

Oft and oft I wonder,

When I see you there,

How they get to light you,

Hanging in the air.

Where you go at morning,

When the night is past,

And the sun comes peeping

O'er the hills at last.

Sometime I will watch you

Slyly overhead,

When you think I'm sleeping

Snugly in my bed.