Remember me as hardly golden

Shooting Stars

i am the person on the moon;

the image that you see.

you might have heard from that old tale,

the cow jumped over me.

i sit around all day

eating the swiss cheese land

and sometimes ill get up and jump

around the yellow sand

occasionally, when i get bored,

ill borrow that star bow

from saggitarius, my friend,

who's arrow ill let go,

and let it shoot across the sky

upon which you might see,

and make a wish on it,

not knowing, that the shooter was just me.