The Poetry Corner

The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky

By Vachel Lindsay

(Moon Poems for the Children/Fairy-tales for the Children) (What the Little Girl Said) 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!