Up all night, sleeping all day,
At this the wolves like to bay,
It's quite bright and very regal,
Without it I would surely bawl,
It's always the simple things that make one happy,
When life gets complicated it gets quite sappy,
Often one wishes for fame, money, and vitality,
I'd rather wish for something out of the normality,
The one thing that I would wish for is quite obscure,
It'd be a moon of my own, something to contour -
With my own life, and my strange sleeping habits,
So instead of counting sheep during night, during day I'd count rabbits
It'd be my companion during the night, always by my side,
Then during the day we'd both reside,
It'd be a simple relationship, no questions inquired,
And if it didn't work out, the moon would get fired.
