Caroline, Age 9, St. George, SC


A yellow cheese is in the sky,
It never moves or walks on by.
It stays there from night to night,
Giving out its glorious light.

As we fall asleep in our beds,
It quietly creeps around our heads.
It tiptoes on out the door,
Shining its light more and more.

As the sun rises from the east,
It never roars like a beast.
It stays calm in the day,
Hoping for night to come its way.

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