When I owned the moon, love songs made me swoon, and birds rejoiced in magic, but I dropped the ball, a fumbl- ing
fall. Now all they sing is tragic.
Thanks to those who liked the previous version of this one. I made an effort to improve the rhythm and richness, while retaining what I hope is a charming simplicity (and opting to keep the cliche, because I think it’s punny.) And who doesn’t love some illustrative formatting?