THE MOONLESS NIGHT

Oh, please.

Oh, please!

The moon’s not cheese.

It’s golden-crumbling,

tummy-rumbling,

crispy-flaking,

hungry-making,

butter-fluffy,

oven-puffy,

rich and tasty

PASTRY!

 

How do I know?

Where’d the moon go?

Well….

 

You’re right to be suspicious –

it was delicious!

 

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