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Supper, or Breakfast.

I went for a trip up to see the full moon.

I drank Tea from a cup with a wooden spoon

Was it the Moon his breakfast or his supper?

I admit it was a big thrill to have such a cuppa.

A cuppa is of course a cup of freshly made tea,

The man in the moon made it just for little old me.

I was very shy you know at being up so high,

I wished I could stay here with the man in the moon,

For we sailed all around the nights darkened night’s sky.

 I’ll tell you a secret I insisted on drinking my tea with a spoon.

If I am again invited I will do it again soon. I like the old man in the moon