Mummy, why is the moon following me?
I don’t think lonely
It’s friends are the stars,
Mercury,Venus,earth and mars
But It is making me feel creepy!
Like a balloon in the sky
It is so very high
Shining so brightly up there
But right Down the centre it has one little tear,
Which makes me just want to cry
It is like a little cat stalking
A bird that is squawking
It hides in a bush of stars
Following unsuspecting trucks and cars
Full of little kids that can’t stop gawking
Mummy why is the moon following me?