Moon on a Spoon
I
can fly.
When you sing,
it gives me wings.
I often wonder,
while you sing down under
and your voice gives me a lift,
if I might return your sweet gift.
Fetch you the moon on a spoon? I could,
but do you really think I should?
Why not go for something far?
Can I get you a star?
but, if you insist,
I won't resist.
Pretty soon,
the moon -
yours!
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