Corn Red Moon

There was a moon who would stay in the corner of your eye
It would follow your bread smells and wring pantries dry
Knocking food down for bugs again and again
Corn Red Moon gets shot at but supper stealings don't end
Corn Red holes in its bulb body waked a brand at it
Nasty things are put together and bitter letters are writ
To a bank we went to see if they had a common earned
Wages and politeness have this Corn moon turned
Away out bang! bang you stealer it bored
The Corn Red Moon went by a window and cannon ball hit abor!
Corn Red Moon must have chuckled all night or more
Corn Red Moon must have chuckled at us getting so sore!
Everyone all ground made a stew all day
Potatoes and wrick soaps were added to the boiling array
Out of the corner of an eye the Corn Red Moon came
And it fixed its kernelly bulb somewhere above the steam
The cannon was fixed on a place in the haze
Bang it roared hitting nought but steam and a head
The face it whapped was a rider for the bank
Tears were shedded and that cannon left unthanked
Corn Red Moon came around now and again of course
Until a smartie made a flop pie taken from behind of a horse
A bad taste pie and we had finally succeeded
So if a Corn Red Moon sniffs at your crumbs horse muffins feed it