Moon, So Round and Yellow

Moon, so round and yellow,
Looking from on high,
How I love to see you
Shining in the sky.

Oft and oft I wonder,
When I see you there,
How they get to light you,
Hanging in the air;

Where you go at morning,
When the night is past,
And the sun comes peeping
O'er the hills at last.

Sometimes I will watch you
Slyly overhead,
When you think I'm sleeping
Snugly in my bed.