BY GOONLIGHT

Slowly, silently, now the Goon
Walks the night with his silver spoon.
This way and that he peeks and says
"Silver fruit upon silver trees".
Though he had a cote
Of wingless doves in waters deep
And numerous larks within his keep.
Yonder the casement by the beam
Be the very hatch.
With jaws of silver leaps the frog.
An ovenless fish in the water screams,
And Ned is in his kennel like a dog.