Up through the ironwood bough beams a bright blue ball,
A black-capped babbler singing to the dark sapphire sky,
Jealous of this lapiz luminescence he could never seem to reach.
This bodaciously beautiful bead so graciously shy,
Hiding behind the branches of the ironwood's peak,
"Oh glorious Blue Moon, when will you fall?-
-For I wish you to be mine, nothing else can compare!"
But alas, the sky shown too greedy,
It loved this light too much, thus ignoring Babbler's call.
The silvery glow would forever stay in Heaven,
Watching its lonesome admirer from afar.