Not Really A “Betrayal”; Sun Deserved It

Hey, tiddle tiddle,

I solved the old riddle

and put it to this li’l tune.

The cumuli talked

while comets balked

and the stars seduced away the moon.

Oh, tattle tattle,

Solar stole its rattle;

Lunelle, he never forgot.

So when it came time,

at night sublime,

the moon followed the stars, his trail hot.

Yeh, tottle tottle,

the sun stole his bottle,

and it was the final straw.

Away the moon went,

his love all spent,

his heart then got cold, never to thaw.