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The last poem in the book we've read from all year long-

Full Moon Rhyme

There's a hare in the moon tonight,

crouching alone in the bright

buttercup field of the moon;

and all the dogs in the world

howl at the hare in the moon.

"I chased that hare to the sky,"

the hungry dogs all cry.
"The hare jumped into the moon

and left me here in the cold.

I chased that hare to the moon."

"Come down again, wild hare.

We can see you there,"

the dogs all howl to the moon.

"Come down again to the world,

you mad black hare in the moon,

"or we will grow wings and fly

up to the star-grassed sky

to hunt you out of the moon,"

the hungry dogs of the world

howl at the hare in the moon.

- by Judith Wright (1915-2000)