In The Moon's Pretty Attendance

The moon is pretty and So its rising and its setting, It is the pretty neighbor Which we stare at and look up Without being replenished or Get out of our thirst to it, It's pretty when we see it and It's pretty when we miss it in The dark or when it's covered By the pregnant clouds, It's the lovers'inspiring planet That attribute themselves to it And attribute all their poetry to it, It's the pretty cradle of all pretty Lovers ans wonderful poets any time, It's the pretty planet they sing and They dream to get it or touch it, It's the smiling planet that Is closer to us any time, We feel ourselves sitting and chatting In its pretty and nice attendance, We always we feel ourselves in its Attendance in a pretty and poetic sitting With whom we are in love with, We love it very much and it loves us Very much like a lover to one's love, When far we feel closer to it and When near we feel it's among us, It's our mutual love with it and it's Our pretty and pure love to it, It's that pretty and everlasting love Between the moon and between us, It's always ours and we're much more Obliged to its pretty and wonderful love. It's the pretty and brilliant neighbor Which we feel happy and glad in its Pretty and sweet attendance.