The Man in the Moon

The man in the moon
 Slouched up through the sky
 And he heaved up his shoulders
 And gave such a sigh
 That the stars in their spheres
 Dropped crystalline tears
 As he hummed a sad tune
 Did the man in the moon

The man in the moon
 Shone ochre that night
 And the sky was like wineskins
 That drank in his light
 As he heard all the woes
 And the seventh-rate prose
 He thought silence a boon
 Did the man in the moon

The man in the moon
 Couldn’t rest Wouldn’t stay
 And he’d been round the world
 For an age and a day
 He was sick of it all
 From the day of the Fall
 Thought it all must end soon
 Did the man in the moon

The man in the moon
 Did his work with a sigh
 Patrolling the planets
 And stars in the sky
 Above a bleak Earth
 Full of fools giving birth
 Where the bombs would soon bloom
 Knew the man in the moon