The Moon and the Snowman
One cold and frosty night a snowman looked up at the moon and sang,
Oh, moon! Oh, moon, Oh beauteous moon
What a beautiful moon you are, you are,
What a beautiful moon you are.
Will you sing me a song that is neither short nor long?
The shining moon looked down at the snowman and replied,
Oh, snowman! Oh snowman!
What a tuneful snowman you are, you are,
What a harmonious snowman you are
But I cannot sing you a song,
Neither short nor long;
I am made of green cheese,
And when I sing I sneeze,
But I will give you a succulent roast
And quince jelly on toast,
If you will sing me your song
Neither short nor long,
In your melodious voice
To a tune of your choice
Though you sing from afar, afar,
Though you sing from a distance afar.
But the snowman sang to the moon,
Oh, moon! Oh, moon!
Oh, generous moon,
What a bountiful moon you are, you are,
What a bountiful moon you are.
But on this frosty night
It is really not right
To sing you a song,
Neither short nor long.
There is ice on my nose
And snow on my toes
And this terrible shivering
Is affecting my singing,
No, I cannot sing you a song
From afar, afar,
No, I cannot sing from a distance afar.
12/16/18
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2018
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