Nocturne

The three-toed tree-toad Sings his sweet ode To the moon; The funny bunny And his honey Trip in tune. The gentle cricket From his thicket Lifts his croon; A love-lorn owlet Of his fowlet Begs a boon. Across the water To her daughter Calls the loon; A happy froglet From his boglet Chants his rune. The yellow hound-dog And the brown dog Bay the 'coon; The chipmunk dozes Where the rose's Leaves are strewn; All through the night-time Till the bright time Comes, too soon, The three-toed tree-toad Sings his sweet ode To the moon.