Shall I dance by the light of the Moon
that hangs high in the sky.
Abandon my clothes, howl like a wolf,
come join me, don't be shy!
Does the Moon really drive you mad
when its full, round and bright.
No, the Moon's much too far away,
to give you such a fright.
Yet they say some have lost their minds,
as they gaze into its glow.
And they all become mad lunatics,
but what do they really know.
By the light of the silvery Moon,
a luna jewel for all to see.
I will dance to my heart's content,
and you, may say, it's lunacy.
© Helen A. Howell