Shadow and moonlight,
Darkness and starlight,
Cool gentle breeze,
On a clear winter night.

Juneau is watching,
The stick in my hand,
Back and forth moving,
Watching her watch.

Through cold winter air,
The stick quickly flies,
Moonlight reflecting,
Watching its arch.

Up Juneau jumps,
And runs like the wind,
After that long stick,
Like a bird on the wing.