I'm mad at the Moon

She hasn't much sense

She comes at my bedtime

And sits on my fence

And then starts to act

Like a silly balloon -

And that's why

And that's why

I'm mad at the Moon!

She plays peek-a-boo

With some clouds in the sky

Or hide-and-go-seek

With a tree that's nearby

Then sends lots of Moonbeams

To dance in my room -

And that's why

And that's why

I'm mad at the Moon!

She loves to dress up

Like a silly old clown

Or look like an orange

All juicy and round

Sometimes she's a slice of

A lemon for tea

Or just a big grin

That is laughing at me!

I've seen her race stars

All across a black sky

I've seen birds make marks

On her cheek or her eye

But she keeps on smiling

That silly old loon

Oh, sometimes it's hard

To stay mad at the Moon!

If only she'd come

When I'm up in the day

Then I would gladly

Come outside and play

But that's when she chooses

To sleep in her room

And that's why

And that's why

I'm mad at the Moon

But somehow tonight

She has not come at all

And I must admit

That I miss her sweet call

If only she'll promise

To hurry back soon

I'll never more 

Ever

Be mad at the Moon!

*Sorry my (mean ol') computer won't allow me to add all my illustrations to 
this poem ...so you will just have to use your imagination. Sorry sorry sorry. :(