The Moon'S The Northwind'S Cooky

The moon's the north wind's cookie
He bites it day by day
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away

The south wind is a baker
He kneads clouds in his den
And bakes a crisp new moon
That greedy north wind eats again

The moon's the north wind's cookie
He bites it day by day
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away

The south wind is a baker
He kneads clouds in his den
And bakes a crisp new moon
That greedy north wind eats again