Oh moon, so creamy, face so fat,
Ye cheeks a-ripe for pinches…
Let me give ’em a little pat –
Orion’s belt grows inches…
‘Tis nah so shy this happy moon,
Uncovered by the night.
And rarely does ‘e come too soon,
Ta cause a heavenly fight.
And so, to heated eve’s heartbeat,
Let moon shudder wi’ bliss…
And scatter stars across night’s sheet
Before the mornin’s kiss.