today, somewhere where it smells of corn and fire, there was a man in the moon.
his smile was shining and there’s no denying the rhythm in his shoes.
everyone smiled while passing by and listen as I say there was a moonshine twinkle in his eye.
the old man with the clippy clappy tip tappin shoes, dancing under the moon for me and for you.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
today, somewhere where it smells of corn and fire, there was a man in the moon.
his smile was shining and there’s no denying the rhythm in his shoes.
everyone smiled while passing by and listen as I say there was a moonshine twinkle in his eye.
the old man with the clippy clappy tip tappin shoes, dancing under the moon for me and for you.
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