THE CAT AND THE MOON
 
 THE cat went here and there
 And the moon spun round like a top,
 And the nearest kin of the moon,
 The creeping cat, looked up.
 Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
 For, wander and wail as he would,
 The pure cold light in the sky
 Troubled his animal blood.
 Minnaloushe runs in the grass
 Lifting his delicate feet.
 Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
 When two close kindred meet.
 What better than call a dance?
 Maybe the moon may learn,
 Tired of that courtly fashion,
 A new dance turn.
 Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
 From moonlit place to place,
 The sacred moon overhead
 Has taken a new phase.
 Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
 Will pass from change to change,
 And that from round to crescent,
 From crescent to round they range?
 Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
 Alone, important and wise,
 And lifts to the changing moon
 His changing eyes.