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 not so shy this happy moon,
Uncovered by the night.
And rarely does he come too soon,
To cause a heavenly fight.
And so, to heated eve’s heartbeat,
Let moon shudder with bliss…
And scatter stars across night’s sheet
Before the morning’s kiss.