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The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky

The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky

The Moon’s the North Wind’s cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there’s but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.

The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that. . . greedy
North. . . Wind. . . eats. . . again!



Poem The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky - Vachel Lindsay