our dear Jakey A was a
lovely little man child
though you daren't call him
lil guy lest the boy go wild
workman was the name
young Jakob best preferred
(loudly demanding) by that
title he should be referred
his workman job description
included some duties at night
this industrious third shifter
made sure to do his tasks right
self-appointed watch to keep
when day began to wane
he'd always find the moon for us
from his bedroom window pane
when moon played hide n seek
and Luna was difficult to find
Our Magus persisted diligently
that rascally orb to mind
nights when moon was new
her face seemed turned away
Jake would explain she had to
shine on other kids that day
or when on stormy nights
she couldn't be found at all
he'd cheerfully remind us she
still shone behind cloud pall
his efforts were appreciated
keeping track was too much work
it's nice to have a moon finder
who never does his task shirk
adults get busy and we forget
simple pleasure can be ours
thank God for our workman
displaying his universe of stars
he was emcee and impresario
at the stellar moonshine show
bidding us come and hurry
to see friend moon all aglow
sometimes it takes a small one
musing upon the heavens above
to draw our attention moonward
and to help us feel her love
Jake now wears the dad hat
has his own flock to tend
adulting leaves no moon time
when there's work without end
but happily for everyone
a successor was begat
a sweet starry-eyed maiden
to wear the moon minder hat
All's well that ends well
now we've a star tender again
each night she finds the moon for us
Thank you, dear little Flora Lane
our Gen 2 skygazer performs her
job, like pa, conscientiously
never a night goes by without
her checking for the moon to see
We're blessed, said the spider
for just a moment in time
to gaze outside the window and
dance to earth's eternal rhyme
So peek out your peek hole
in whatever nest you call home
moon is smiling down on you
to say you're never truly alone
With love to the Magi, then, now and to come
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