The old man waits

Drop down towards the view my only sun.

Go past the edge of the world my one.

Let the other little ball out to play,

she hangs above and falls at the start of day.

She brings the night with her moves and flow,

and brings out all the stars for a darkened show.

The man, the cow, and craters across her land.

The moon and sun we all know are grand.

It is just a lot more fun to play a tune,

that was written for the old man on the moon.

So please, my only sun drop towards the view.

When the day comes I will play a tune for you.

For now the moon wants to hear the words sung.

Let us twinkle the stars back to where they hung.