Mr Moon, Mr Moon, you're out too soon, The sun is still in the sky. Go back to your bed and cover up your head, And wait til the day goes by. In my council (River Bend, at that time) we always paired that song with one we called "From Out the Battered Elm Tree," and half the group would sing Mr. Moon while the other sang this: From out the battered elm tree the owl's cry we hear; And from the distant forest the cuckoo answers clear: Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo - oo - oo - oo - oo Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo - ooo ooo ooo ooo.
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