On a clear dark night,

Before the moon was in sight,

With his father and grandfather, sat a boy

In a rowboat, alone, in the ocean, ahoy.

 

His grandpa gives him a present with a hat just like his own,

Like the one given to his father before he was grown,

The two squabble about how the boy should wear it,

Until they come to terms on how it should fit.

 

The boy examines his two mentors,

Mimics their actions to show them he adores,

Then the moon came, rising high into the night,

A moon that shines so dazzlingly bright.

 

Up comes a ladder, reaching the moon so high,

His father and grandfather send him to fly,

Up upon the moon he anchors it down,

Stars littered all around.

 

He is joined by the elders,

They came to clean and he is the helper,

Once again the squabbles commence,

Influencing the poor boy to become tense.

 

Suddenly a rumble,

A giant star beginning its long tumble,

Crash landing on the moon with a giant thud,

Embedding itself, stuck in the moon mud.

 

With a quick thought,

He climbs on top with a hammer he brought,

And with a single whack, the star shatters,

A thousand smaller ones then fall to the ground with a splatter.

 

Now pushing the stars using his rake,

A crescent shape that they must make,

When it’s all over, the boy has found his own path,

His father and grandfather both proud in the aftermath.