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A GOOD REASON
Do you know why the Moon
Takes the trouble to rise,
Rubbing silvery soap
In her beautiful eyes?
Takes the trouble to rise,
Rubbing silvery soap
In her beautiful eyes?
Why she brushes her hair
In the neatest of ways,
Till the fairy-like stars
Clap their hands in her praise?
In the neatest of ways,
Till the fairy-like stars
Clap their hands in her praise?
Why she comes spick and span
From her bedroom of blue,
And with never a bow
Of bright ribbon askew?
From her bedroom of blue,
And with never a bow
Of bright ribbon askew?
As she walks down the sky
In her petticoat fair
I believe that she keeps
Wide-awake in the air
In her petticoat fair
I believe that she keeps
Wide-awake in the air
For the joy of a glance
At the cradles and beds
That are precious with dark
And with light-coloured heads.
At the cradles and beds
That are precious with dark
And with light-coloured heads.
Now you see why the Moon
Takes the trouble to rise,
Rubbing silvery soap
In her beautiful eyes.
Takes the trouble to rise,
Rubbing silvery soap
In her beautiful eyes.
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