Moh Moh
Ma! Ma! Moh! Moh!
He points up into the sky,
Looking up, I see his awe,
An enchanting ball of light.
Ma! Moh! Moh!
He jumps in pure bliss,
I carry him up, cuddle him tight,
Pointing to the bright ball of light.
Ma! Moh! Moh!
Yes baby, it's the moon,
Moon baby, moon,
Ma! Moh! Moh!
Yes baby, moh..moh..moon,
He smiles an unsoiled joy,
A dear moment that we share,
A young beautiful soul that I have,
We lock in the august wonder,
A luminous ball in the night sky,
I'm grateful for this hug of trust,
A grandma and her darling grandchild.
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