THE MOON IS UP

The moon is up, the moon is up!

The larks begin to fly,

And, like a drowsy buttercup,

Dark Phoebus skims the sky,

The elephant, with cheerful voice,

Sings blithely on the spray;

The bats and beetles all rejoice,

Then let me, too, be gay.

I would I were a porcupine,

And wore a peacock's tail;

To-morrow, if the moon but shine,

Perchance I'll be a whale.

Then let me, like the cauliflower,

Be merry while I may,

And, ere there comes a sunny hour

To cloud my heart, be gay!

_Anonymous_.

'TIS MIDNIGHT

'Tis midnight, and the setting sun

Is slowly rising in the west;

The rapid rivers slowly run,

The frog is on his downy nest.

The pensive goat and sportive cow,

Hilarious, leap from bough to bough.

_Anonymous_.