On a moonless night,
Near the stream flowing by,
Something shiny caught my eye.
It was the moon in the water,
Floating softly like a silver paper,
It smiled and said giggling,
“I was so bored of just spinning,
I thought I should try some swimming”
As the water turned to a golden dawn,
And the city stirred to a new morn,
The moon jumped up and was gone.
At night by the stream quiet indeed,
May be I will catch a glimpse,
As the moon slips in like a shiny bead.