All I ask is the moon on a stick,
It is my one desire.
To have it’s yellow glow in my hands.
To admire it for it’s imperfections.

No one seems to be able to give me the moon,
Is it really that much to ask?
It’s just one little circle in the sky,
I only want it for a little while.
And would anyone really miss it?

All I ask for is the moon on a stick,
So I can give it to you.