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Grandpa
Pencil's Moon, So Round And Yellow |
| Looking from on high, How I love to see you Shining in the sky. Oft and oft I wonder, When I see you there, How they get to light you, Hanging in the air. |
When the night is past, And the sun comes peeping O'er the hills at last. Sometimes I will watch you Slyly overhead, When you think I'm sleeping Snugly in my bed. |
