Blue Tail Fly
Burl Ives
2:08The 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