How Pretty the Moon Looks Tonight
Oh, Mother, how pretty the moon looks tonight
She was never so cunning before
Her two little horns are to sharp and so bright
I hope they'll not grow any more
If I were up there with you and the moon
We'd rock in it nightly, you see.
We'd sit in the middle and hold to both ends
Oh, what a fine cradle 'twould be!
We'd call to the stars to get out of our way,
'Lest we should rock over their toes.
And there we would stay 'til the dawn of the day
And see where the pretty moon goes.