The man in the moon
looked down with a frown
‘cos no-one looked up
as he looked down

No longer a belief in him
was he just some lost whim?
He liked the stars to skim
and in the clouds he liked to swim
but that was when he felt love
when someone down there
gazed wistfully above

Then he heard a little voice
“Daddy, Daddy, I saw him twice
I saw the man in the moon”
Daddy smiled and said
“then its bedtime son,
Santa will be here soon”

The man in the moon swam
and skimmed all night
Santa basked in his bright light