Bazaar Of The Moon

Long time had the moon Looking down on earth Observed Hidden in a vale of gloom A market attended by Goblins and fauns Satyrs and nymphs Sileni and the rest….. The Moon decided To make its own Friendly market… Sell all for nothing For the Moon gave away Trinkets of sacred stone From it Bits of animals fossilized Amongst its rocks… Still untouched minerals The moon had not the principle Of money or of barter As on this Earth… Wry grew the goblins and The rest of the brood… Wry how could they beat This new competitor? And the Moon sold all Made its market And so on rare days To goblins' dismay The Moon descending to A secret spot on Earth Holds court and its market.