Eclipse.11 August 1999.
I watched the Sun slowly hiding its face.
It was in the year 'ninety-nine'.
The Moon had need for a little more space,
So she forbade the Sun to shine.
The animals lay asleep around on the ground,
Flowers their Petals and their colours, they did hide.
Birds were silent they made no sound,
For darkness had come to bide.
Mankind covered their eyes with blackened glass,
To view this Masterpiece in the skies,
The vision was really first class,
Wasn't that a lovely surprise.
It was a cheek for the Moon to cover the Sun,
Right in the middle of the day.
But being a female she had to have,
The last word so to say.
The Sun had patience and waited a while.
On the face of the Moon was rather a very large smile.
For every hundred years or so she tried hard the sun to beguile.
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