The Democrat

The Man in the Moon.

Only the moon saw us,
Kitty, my darling;
Only the man in the moon
Grandfather sleeping and grandmother knitting,
You and I in the old porch sitting,
Bats in the dim beyond aimlessly flitting,
I must be going soon:
Give me another, for nobody sees us,
Only the man in the moon.

Maybe there is a man,
Kitty, my darling,
Queer fellow, up in the moon.
If so, be sure he has stolen sweet kisses
There must be matrons and there must be misses
Up in that silver-white country; but this is
Better than bliss in the moon.
One more, my beautiful; nobody sees us,
Only the man in the moon.

Kitty, sweet Kitty,
My darling, my darling,
Don't mind the man in the moon.
Now that you've listened, and now that I've told you,
Dearest, my love, my soul's love, I shall hold you;
Kitty, my darling.
Only one more, love--I will snatch another,
Spite of the man in the moon.
Grandfather's stirring, sweet:
Hurry, my darling;
He will be coming here soon.
I've only taken two; there's an odd number:
There! now the old man may wake from his slumber,
Talk about stock, and the flour-mill, and lumber.
I'm just as happy,
Kitty, my darling:
Only I'll have four, the next time, remember.
How are you, man in the moon?