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>The cat went here and there
>And the moon spun round like a top,
>And the nearest kin of the moon,
>The creeping cat, looked up.
>Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
>For, wander and wail as he would,
>The pure cold light in the sky
>Troubled his animal blood.
>Minnaloushe runs in the grass
>Lifting his delicate feet.
>Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
>When two close kindred meet,
>What better than call a dance?
>Maybe the moon may learn,
>Tired of that courtly fashion,
>A new dance turn.
>Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
>From moonlit place to place,
>The sacred moon overhead
>Has taken a new phase.
>Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
>Will pass from change to change,
>And that from round to crescent,
>From crescent to round they range?
>Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
>Alone, important and wise,
>And lifts to the changing moon
>His changing eyes.

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i would give her a big kiss if i could. everyday i pluck away at my fiddle singing songs for her.