The moon, reflected in the lake
Was bright and wide and gleaming
The barman hid, and all at once
Somebody started screaming.
''The moon is in there, can't you see?
It's fallen from the heavens!
We'd better get the red fire truck.
And call for fireman Evans.''
The silly mob concurred with this -
(I told you they were dim.)
And straight away despatched a boy
Whose given name was Tim,
To run at once to Evans' house
And bring him to the water.
But halfway there, our Tim just chanced
To meet the barman's daughter.
''Oh, Tim, dear Tim, I am afraid
I cannot find my father.
I looked and searched most everywhere
And now I'm in a lather!''
Now, Tim had always held a torch
For Laura, so he tarried,
He'd always hoped the day would come
When he and she'd be married.
''I cannot halt for I am on
An errand most exciting
For I must fetch the fireman here,
Yes - Evans I'm inviting.
But when he has retrieved the moon
And to the sky restored it
I'll come again to help you out
With your paternal audit.''
So off he went and Laura gaped:
The boy was clearly crazy,
For when she looked up to the sky
The moon was there, though hazy.