our dear Jakey was a
lovely little man child
though you daren't say
lil guy lest he go wild
workman was the name
young Jakob preferred
(loudly demanding) by that
title he be referred
he carried out best, his
workmanly duties at night
this industrious third shifter
made sure to do his tasks right
his duty was to keep watch
when day began to wane
he'd find the moon for us
from his bedroom window pane
when she played hide n seek
and Luna was difficult to find
Our Magus persisted diligently
that rascally moon to mind
nights when she was new
she couldn't be found at all
Jake would remind us that she
still shone behind cloud pall
his efforts we appreciated
it saved us so much work
to have a moon finder who
never did his task shirk
adults get busy and forget
simple pleasure can be ours
thank God for our workman
enjoying his universe of stars
at the stellar night lights
he was emcee for the show
bidding us come and hurry
to see friend moon all aglow
sometimes it takes a small one
musing upon heaven above
to point the way moonward
and to help us feel the love
our Jakob is now a dad
with his own flock to tend
So like us back then, moon goes
unseen in work without end
happily a successor was begat
now we've a moon tender again
each night she finds the moon for us
Thank you, dear little Flora Lane
our Gen 2 stargazer does her
job just as conscientiously
never a night goes by without
her checking for a moon to see
We're blessed, said the spider
for just a moment in time
to gaze with littles out windows
to harmonize earth's eternal rhyme
Tonight, peek out your peek hole
in whatever box 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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