The Moon's The North Wind's Cookie (what the little girl said)

The Moon's The North Wind's Cookie (what the little girl said) by Vachel Linday, 1879-1931

The Moon's the North Wind's cookie.
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!