98. The Wandering Moon

One day I went out to play,
And I saw the Moon rolling by.
Whatever is it doing down here,
When it belongs up in the sky?

So I chased it as it rolled down the street,
And it bounced from curb to curb.
Why ever is that Moon down here,
This is so very absurd.

I continued to follow the Moon,
As it plunged into a lake.
This is no time for the Moon to swim,
No it isn’t, for goodness sake!

It crashed into a gaggle of Giggling Goblins,
And I watched as they began to fall.
The Moon had plowed right on through them,
As if it were a bowling ball.

I finally managed to catch the Moon,
And I just had to figure out how.
How to return it to up above,
And I had to figure it out now.

So I stuffed the Moon into a cannon,
Then aimed it at the sky.
And as away the Moon was blasted,
I hollered out to it, “Goodbye!”