But the maid saw the man in the moon,
And she hardly knew how to reply;
Maybe she might pretty soon;
Yet maybe she oughtn’t to try.
But the chap in the sky was a brick,
And he saw that he shouldn’t be seen,
So he gathered a cloud, black and thick,
And set it up quick as a screen.
A TRAGIC STORY
There lived a sage in days of yore,