Nocturne

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The three-toed tree-toadSings his sweet ode To the moon;The funny bunnyAnd his honey Trip in tune.The gentle cricketFrom his thicket Lifts his croon;A love-lorn owletOf his fowlet Begs a boon.Across the waterTo her daughter Calls the loon;A happy frogletFrom his boglet Chants his rune.The yellow hound-dogAnd the brown dog Bay the 'coon;The chipmunk dozesWhere the rose's Leaves are strewn;All through the night-timeTill the bright time Comes, too soon,The three-toed tree-toadSings his sweet ode To the moon.

© Guiterman Arthur