it started with a glowing wheel
perfection for your eyes to feel
then someone saw it fit to steal
skymice scurry every night
while the wheel is in flight
moonmice nibble as they please
from the top edge they tease
eat away the glowing wheel of cheese
a little later every night
the moon cries of its plight
try as it might to fight
but moonmice nibble in morning light
halfway gone from my sight
i fear the worst shall happen soon
the night there will be no more moon
no glowing wheel after which i swoon
i shake my fist high
cry into the sky
and beg the moonmice
to please be nice
for if they eat the last piece
hungrier than galactic geese
from the moon they shall fall
but they do not heed my call
so when the mice have had their fill
devoured their celestial pill
then the moon shall slowly grow
a little more each night shall show
and once again the night shall glow
but such delicious they cannot forego
and so new skymice shall congregate
though their elders ate their fate