The Moon’s Big Day

“Time for bed,” said Star.

“I don’t want to go to bed,” said Moon, “I want to stay up all day, I want have a midday feast, I want to see what Sun sees.”

“Suit yourself,” yawned Star, fading off to sleep.

“Humph,” said Sun, “you should go to bed.”

“No, there’s so much to see,” said Moon.

Tweet tweedle tweet, flappity flap, skitter-hop skitter-scratch, skitter-dash-dash-dash.

“Birds! So many, so quick. They flitter through the air and scratch for worms with their feet. They dip, they dive, they snap at moths with their beaks.”

“Umph,” said Sun.

Beep-beep, honk, barp, honk, beep, creep, broom-broom, vroooooom.

“Cars! Line after line, row after row. Creeping through the city and then broom, off they go.”

“Umph,” said Sun.

Chatter, clatter, stomp. Hop, swing, slide, skip. Tag, you’re it!

“Kids! They hurry, they scurry. The little boys bellowing, the little girls giggling! Up the jungle gym, along the Monkey-bars. Look at them go!”

“Umph,” said Sun.

La-la laaaa. La-la laaaa. La-la la la la laaaa.

“A lullabye. So soft and sweet. Floating, swaying, rising, falling. Sighing. The day is dying.”

“Goodnight Moon,” said Sun.

“Goodnight Sun,” said Moon.

Moon yawned, “I’m very tired tonight,” he said.

“Don’t worry Moon, I’ll tuck you in. You can have a night off,” said Cloud, “La-la laaaa. La – la laaaa. Goodnight moon and now sleep.”