Goodnight Little Moon
And carried him high up, high up in the air.
And the little birds hoped he knew how to fly.
He dropped like a stone through the dark starry sky,
The moon fell right back, right out of the tree!
And filled it with milk for the four to share.
‘Til the poor little moon was nowhere in sight.
The moon read two birds a soft lullaby.
The three little birds flew back to their nest,
He took his big book and covered their nest.
Now, the little birds must help piece the moon together and get him safely to bed.
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For the three little birds read a sweet lullaby,
He stumbled and tumbled right over the brink,
To keep his sweet chicks safely in sight.
When the moon saw they both were at rest,
One piece flew left and the other flew right,
Soon one by one they drifted to sleep,
Now the little moon was so glad that he came,
With its enchanting imagery and adorable, rhythmic text, Goodnight Little Moon continues André Dahan’s grand t
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radition of irresistible bedtime stories.And the three little birds heard a great “Craaaack!”
And mended him up with love and with heart.
But soon a Humpty Dumpty mishap ends their games.
And soon from the sky came all their fine friends,
And lay the moon down to get some good rest.
A perfect lullaby for the young and young at heart alike.
Why the poor little moon couldn’t whimper or yelp,
The little moon saw a third chirping beak!
To piece him together and help make amends.
And saw him all shattered and scattered around.
Together they found each little moon part,
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But the moon hit the hard earth right on his back,
Not a single, sole one!
They were laughing and playing and having such fun.
And wanted to have a little drink first.
But soon the moon had a very great thirst,
The moon tiptoed back into the dark night,
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And as the moon drifted so softly to sleep,
High up above, in the blue starry sky.
He heard a sweet chirping, a so99lib•netft little cheep.
And climbed in the nest for a little bird game.
The moon and his three little friends laugh and play throughout the night.
The three little birds flew down to the ground,
The three baby birds found a bottle to spare,
And as he leaned back, he started to slip!
High up above in the blue starry sky,
And before his new friends could count up to three,
André Dahan is an international award-winning painter, illustrator, and author of several children’s books.
High above in the starlit sky, the moon lulls two birds gently to sleep.
Why, they weren’t asleep.
And as he crept to the nest for a peak,
But with the arrival of a new little chick, bedtime seems far away.
So the three little birds called out for some help!
But the moon was so thirsty he took a big sip,
The twitter and chirp of a new baby bird.
‘Til there wasn’t a chirp or one little cheep.
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Before he could grab on, before he could blink!
Gently they held him and lifted with care,
But later that eve, the little moon heard,
The world of art enters his work, inviting the reader to seek adventure and understanding in his vivid color and surreal portraits.