Pretty Moon

Oh, mother how pretty the moon looks tonight,
It was never so stunning before;
Its two little horns are so sharp and so bright,
I hope they won't grow any more!
If I were up there with you and my friends,
We could rock in it, can't you just see?
We would sit in the middle, holding tight to the ends,
Oh, what a bright cradle 'twould be.

We'd call to the stars to keep out of our way,
Just in case we rocked over their toes;
And there we would sit 'til the dawn of the day,
To see where the pretty moon goes.
We'd travel around the beautiful skies,
Or perhaps through the fluffy clouds roam;
We could see the sun set, and we could see the sun rise,
And on the next rainbow sail home,
And on the next rainbow sail home.