The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky
(Moon Poems for the Children/Fairy-tales for the Children)
(What the Little Girl Said)
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that... greedy
North... Wind... eats... again!