who stole the moon?
there it was
polishing its saucepan face
when suddenly
the old black rat of the night
crept up: bite, bite, bite
bit by bit
it bit it till it bled
red, red
but soon, fish-slithery
the moon slid out
from the rat's paws
and back to white
it ran across the sky
with many new bite marks
on its pitted saucepan face
