adamant was a child
in accepting the food
knowing not how to tame
mother looked at the sky
silver moon in all splendor
caught her mood showing a way
calling the moon for
the child mother sang a folk song
impressed not by all that
cried the child for the moon
tensed mother thought a while
ran into the house with a smile
out bought she a mirror
and placed it on child's lap
child looked into the mirror
moon smiled with all his charm
happy is the child
blushing is his mother
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