In the still deep night when the world is hushed

And owls drift silently through the air

The zigzag bat and the slinking fox

Are wide awake in the dark out there.

Stars are scattered across the night

As thick as the daisies in the lawn

Bill sits high on the fence and stares

He=s trying to count them, every one.

The ducks are abed and the swings are still

Only the shadows are left in the park

But someone is watching from high in the sky

Through a window of light in the wall of the dark.

Sometimes her curtains are almost closed to

And she peeps through the crack with one beady eye

Sometimes they=re open as wide as can be

And she sees everything from her perch in the sky.

It=s Old Mother Moon keeping guard in the night

Shining her light on the land and the sea

On Bill on the fence and the ducks in the park

On the owl and the bat and the fox B and me.