The gnome asked the old fairy
How he could repay her kindness
And she replied
That she wanted
A slice of the moon
For herself
I am lost in thought
In the pages
Watching th red pointed hats
the short bellied men
Make a ladder
To reach the moon
All the creatures start to climb
To reach the moon
I wait
Holding my breath
Anticipating
A slice of the moon
The sky is too large
The moon is too high
And the gnome, the fairy
All the animals
Climb down to the ground
Only close enough
To watch.
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