Just look up at the moon
Way up in the sky
Are there hobbits up there
Who feast on moon pie?
Could it really be true
It's made of green cheese?
And all those moon hobbits
Can eat all they please?
Its landscape is shining
It glows very bright
Are its meadows silver?
Are the rivers white?
And are there gardens
With flowers up there?
And do the moon lasses
Wear them in their hair?
Sometimes the moon darkens
And hides in the shade
It thins to a crescent
And gradually fades
And then it gets bigger
The brightness it spreads
Is that when moon hobbits
Get out of their beds?
And do the moon hobbits
Who live there look down
And wonder if down here
More hobbits are found?
So look up at the moon
Way up in the sky
And look at those hobbits
And wave and say Hi!
