The moon it shines so bright I love to see it every night
Full or waxing I don’t really care if I can see it I will stare from my chair
As I shift my focus it guides me though the night
As The moon shines on my fangs it gives me delight
Happy or sad I know it wont ever leave me
Because with all of its brightness I know I’ll definitely get my feed you see
And you will be drinking beef tea
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Author:
Lycidas Heathcliffe (Steven) (Pseudonym) (
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