The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky (What the Little Girl Said)
by Vachel Lindsay
When does the moon look like a cooky with a big bite out of it?
I wonder who eats the moon-scraps.
What the Little Girl said
The Moon’s the North Wind’s cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there’s but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy
North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again!
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Composer(s): Jake HeggieBuy via E. C. Schirmer