The Moon - By Simbo Rumblebelly

Just look up at the moon
Way up in the sky
Are there hobbits up there
Who feast on moon pie?

Could it really be true
It's made of green cheese?
And all those moon hobbits
Can eat all they please?

Its landscape is shining
It glows very bright
Are its meadows silver?
Are the rivers white?

And are there gardens
With flowers up there?
And do the moon lasses
Wear them in their hair?

Sometimes the moon darkens
And hides in the shade
It thins to a crescent
And gradually fades

And then it gets bigger
The brightness it spreads
Is that when moon hobbits
Get out of their beds?

And do the moon hobbits
Who live there look down
And wonder if down here
More hobbits are found?

So look up at the moon
Way up in the sky
And look at those hobbits
And wave and say Hi!

Some information about the artist:
Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor.