Thanks, Bill, for posting the author's name. I wasn't familiar with it, but it sounded neat, so...found it on google, thanks to your imput. I am wondering, though, if this is all of it?


Vachel Lindsay: The Moon's The North Wind's Cooky (What The Little Girl Said)

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps,
That crumbles all away

The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new Moon
that...greedy...North...Wind...eats...again!!