Mistah Moon, doncha wondah
Why dey sing dem songs aboutcha?
Soarin’, dreamin’, driftin’ high
Without a care for lil’ guysLollin’ ‘round –
Peerin’ down –
Oh, cut me a piece a da pie, yessah,
Do cut me a piece a da pie!
Mistah Moon, doncha see
Ya in no position ta disagree
So long as far from us ya stays –
From rivers, tides, and cream-cheese glaze?
I know ya true
Breakin’ gravity’s glue
And allowin’ only dem cows to graze –
Yeah, only dem cows can graze!
Mistah Moon, doncha hear
Frequentin’ cries – No, ne’er a tear
Risin’, fallin’, carryin’ far
To reach the nearest guiding star?
‘Stead their fear,
Deaf on your ear,
The sweetest cookies of midnight mar –
Dem cookies midnight may mar!
Mistah Moon, doncha know
My hate for you does monthly grow
As each passin’ cycle ya loomingly lord
O’er the world like an overripe gourd.
But others will praise
Yo pale, white rays
Like dull mayonnaise
On moldy old maize,
Revolving with nary a tarry for words –
Nah, nary a tarry for words.
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