Robert Lewis Stevenson, “The Moon”
Alfred Choral, “The Moon Has A Face,” Glenda Franklin
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal..
Billy Murray, “In the Good Old Summertime” (1904)
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that’s a very good sign
That she’s your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime
A great squalling & clattering of wings…something alarming to a cloud of birds invisible behind the trees…pandemonium…and then a small red fox emerged from behind the rose of Sharron bush and sauntered across the lawn…. How bright he was! How bouncing and jaunty and full of joy he seemed and how oblivious to the terrified birds who beheld him and somehow knew, never having seen such a creature in these suburban woods, that his joy was their despair. And all this time, the wind blew and the sun shone and world continued oblivious to their terror and his triumphant solitude. (7:45 AM)
Apollo’s Fire & Amanda Powell, “A Fox Went Out On a Chilly Night”
Mendlessohn, A Midsummer’s Night Dream Overture—Russian Philharmonic-Moscow City Symphony
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes...
Shakespeare, A Midsummer’s Night Dream, Act III, Scene I