The Poetry Of A Girl In West Africa

The Children Play During Moony Night

It's time for the moonlight fun

Little children playing

Ring- a ring a roses

As innocent and happy I can see

Stirring of elations in the air.

By the arrival of the moon

Shining it's light while the children play

Ring a ring a roses all through the moony night.

Now it's time for the moon

to wave goodbye

Disappearing faintly into the sky.

The little children will happily go away

Thanking the moon for the

homely light.

They wish it come again another day.

That they may play their  Ring- a- ring-a-roses

All through the night