THE LAD WHO WANDERED TOO CLOSE
TO THE MOON
Born of the river, bred by the trees
The lad grew and lived with the bears and the bees
Within the forest of canopies green
Beside the river so gentle and clean
Daily he’d wander and berries he’d pick
And watch all the bears, as honey they’d lick
Then amble behind long after they’d gone
He was a fine lad, God’s natural son.
But one day he happened to catch just a flash
Of two fellows with something he heard them call “cash”
What is all this stuff? He saw them exchange
And in all his wonder, he started to change.
For once they had left, their deal finished soon
He followed behind the fellow called “Moon.”
He followed him to mountains of steel
And heard a few others refer to the “deal.”
He wandered about this strange wonderland
With gritty, hard meadows made only of sand
He found many people, some good, mostly bad
Who tried to persuade, this naïve young lad
To part with this thing, that they all called “cash”
And when he’d leave off, out at him they’d lash
Some, they did take him and beat him with sticks
And one, she did take him and sooth him with licks.
But then she did too, demand the green stuff
And cursing she too began to get rough
So then he fled, from this terrible place
And returned to his home, although in disgrace
But upon reaching, his river and fields
All was destroyed by a monster that yields
Awful destruction with a name like a cat
The trees were all gone, torn down and flat.
So to this day, the lad sings a sad tune
Of the day that he wandered, too close to the Moon.