this was the second song on the first side of an album that he did back in the sixties. I sang it to my children when they were little and sang it to my grand-daughter last night.

The moon's the north winds cookie.
He eats it day by day.
Until there's just
a rim of crust
that crumbles all away.

The south wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den.
He'll bake a crisp new moon
for greedy north wind
to eat again.