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“I’m leaving night,” declared the moon.
“I’m going on holiday.
I need a rest from lighting earth
I want some time to play.
I ‘m tired of that silly cow
That’s jumping over me,
And of the dog that laughs at him
For such a sight to see.
The man who hides inside of me
Should find another place,
Then cease from looking out through mine
And show his own true face.
While many children ask for me,
I find that not surprising.
They want the things they cannot have;
At least, that’s my surmising.
As to the wolves who howl at me
And dogs who at me bay,
I wonder what they’ll bellow at
When I have gone away.
Though some might think that they hung me,
That only God could do.
It’s time that I accept the fact:
My work is not yet through.
So I won’t go on holiday;
I’ll keep my given station,
The one that God had planned for me
As part of His creation.
I’ll go on shining in the dark;
My duty I won’t shirk.
I’ll make my own vacation time
And play games while I work.”
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