I looked in the sky in the late afternoon,
And swear I was being followed by the moon.
It seems to always be that way,
Every night and every day,
I look back over my shoulder to find,
The friendly moon is right behind.
I know I'll never be alone,
That friendly old moon's my chaperone.
©2011-Art Belliveau
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