Luna
In the theatrical heavens
Up there in the sky
Is a slither of moon
Sitting there way up high
Right next to the stars
That are twinkling this night
Revealing her crescent
Of silver streaked light
And pulling and pushing
The tides too and fro
As she waxes and wanes
In her own nightly show
For Luna, dear Luna
Steels the stage to be fair
Captivating her audience
With her nightly affairs
Ginz&Tonic 