I can’t bathe in your seas,
No cow jumps over you;
No Man here takes his ease,
You’re still old when called ‘new’.
But I’ll still bow to you
When they say you are new,
Silver coins I’ll thrice turn
In my pockets, to learn
If more money I’ll earn
And more riches discern.
Then thanks for good fortune
I shall give to the Moon!
Written for a Twitter readalong of Philippa Pearce’s Tom’s Midnight Garden
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