When everything

Has been said and done

Comes the time

For all children

To sit up

And say

Goodnight

The sky was blue

But now is corrupt

With stars

And clouds

And the once-bright moon

The moon is hiding

From the stars

It will never glow

As bright as them

It is just a pale imitation

Of the sun

Nobody will

Care tonight

When the children

Have been tucked away

What the moon is doing

Goodnight,

Children

Goodnight.