Poem by Hilda Conkling

Moon Song

There is a star that runs very fast,
That goes pulling the moon
Through the tops of the poplars.
It is all in silver,
The tall star:
The moon rolls goldenly along
Out of breath.
Mr. Moon, does he make you hurry?

1. Tree Toad
2. Chickadee
3. Gift
4. Little Snail

Robert Service Moon Song ("A child saw in the morning skies")

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