A Playdate with the Moon

Does the moon get lonely up in the sky?
Sat by herself as the world passes by.
She rarely gets visits, she’s all on her own,
What must it feel like to be so alone?

I'd love to invite the moon down for a play,
So we could be friends, even just for one day.
Like a big ball, she would fall from the sky,
She’d bounce to a stop and we’d shyly say hi.

We’d play on the swings and we’d slip down the slide,
We’d seek out the very best places to hide.
We’d roll down a hill and we’d climb up a tree,
We’d stroll back to my place to watch some TV.

We’d share chips and pizza, vanilla ice-cream,
The moon’s subtle smile would change to a beam!
And then when the time came for us to say bye,
She'd slowly rise back to her place in the sky.

If ever I’m lonely, or feeling quite sad,
Or anxious, or scared, or a little bit mad,
I look up and find the moon high in the sky;
Sat by herself as the world passes by.

I picture the pair of us having a play,
My unwelcome feelings soon flutter away.
And then on a star, I wish that real soon ...
I’ll get an invite to play on the moon!