The sun comes
first,
Then the moon.
Or is it the other
way around?
You truly see the
sun at noon.
But then it sinks to
the ground.
Day by day it
happens,
Sinks and rises again.
Doesn’t it get tired
Sitting there and
watching
The small Earth spin?
The smooth glow of
the moon
In the sovereign night
Rotates their singing
Until it’s out of sight.
Like an old man watching
Our land of disease
and blight.
So every night at nine
Remember what I said.
Even the big sun lets the moon
shine
While you lay there in your bed.