Children Poems

 MONKEY MOONSHINE. 

LITTLE monkey moonshine, 

When the stars are bright, 

Swinging on the corn stacks 

In the dead of night; 

Dancing o'er the meadows, 

Floating down the stream, 

Peeping through the windows 

To make the children dream; 

Falling through the tree-tops, 

Tumbling o'er the lawn, 

Chasing bats and owlets 

Till the break of morn. 

Then little monkey moonshine 

With the morning star 

Rides away to cloudland 

In a silver car.

Our Little Ones.