In the South, as a child,

I would talk, for a while,

With my good friend, the man in the moon

We would chat every night

As he shined, big and bright,

'Til we said, “Bye. we’ll talk again soon.”

Do you know what I think?

If one eye, you would wink,

you would see the moon does have a face,

Though for sure, it takes skill,

(and some people have nil)

So look good, for it is there, someplace :)

See, two eyes, then look south

and voila!; there’s the mouth,

saying, “Oh,” (see, I’m not a nut case!)

 Or this could be a joke,

Is he blowing out smoke?

It does look like, perhaps, he might be.

And I’m sure you’ve surmised

That he has two black eyes,

and that's part of a face—obviously!

On a good full-moon night

If you’re outside, you might

Take a look, and say, “go-lly, who knew?

The moon does have a face;

PL’s not a nut case,

Well, that must mean I'm not a nut, too!