August 4.
There was a blue moon tonight. Not the blue moon, but one of them. The smaller ones, you know. Everyone preferred to look at lanterns. Pity, isn’t it? I wonder who picked my mooncake. I wrote the lyrics of the song my mother used to sing to me. Daddy picked up the singing where she left off.
The moon was away the night Luna came to earth
On a spinning feathered foul she came crashing on our turf
The moon sent a note with the stock for what it's worth
And it says, Luna can fly but she wants to surf.
Oh Luna, oh Luna
We've named the moon after you
Oh Luna, Oh Luna
Just for you, it'll turn blue.
I hope Ronald Weasley got it. I know he likes rhymes because he doesn’t care that his Chudley Cannons robes clash horribly with his hair.
The moon was away the night Luna came to earth
On a spinning feathered foul she came crashing on our turf
The moon sent a note with the stock for what it's worth
And it says, Luna can fly but she wants to surf.
Oh Luna, oh Luna
We've named the moon after you
Oh Luna, Oh Luna
Just for you, it'll turn blue.
I hope Ronald Weasley got it. I know he likes rhymes because he doesn’t care that his Chudley Cannons robes clash horribly with his hair.