The moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.
-Emily Dickinson
Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

The moon was but a chin of gold
Hey diddle diddle,
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