The moon shines on my bike with its rusty old chain.
She is so bright it might cause her pain.
She shines on the buildings with windows of glass.
If there was a glowing contest I think she might pass.

The moon shines on my pillow fluffy as clouds.
She shines on the newborn baby that is crying so loud.
She shines on the adults dancing all night.
Then she shines on some children having a fight.

The moon shines on cars driving so fast.
She shines on the poor child coming last.
She shines on the people trying to escape the cold winter breeze.
She shines on the sick children in bed with a sneeze.

The moon shines on me asleep in my bed.
While I’m dreaming away in my head.
She shines on a mother changing her baby’s nappy.
She shines on the smiling children, which then makes her happy.