Papa,please, get the moon for me

Before Monica went to bed she looked out of the window And saw the moon The moon looked so near I wish I could play with the moon-thought Monica And reached for it but no matter how much she stretched, she could not touch the moon Papa-said Monica to her father-please, get the moon for me Papa got a very long ladder He carried the very long ladder towards a very high mountain Then Papa put the very long ladder on top of the very high mountain Up and up and up, he climbed Finally, papa got to the moon Urgh urgh urgh My daughter Monica would like to play with you but you're much too big-said papa Every night I get a little smaller-said the moon- When I am the right size, you can take me with you And indeed the moon got smaller and smaller and smaller When the moon was just the right size, papa took it Down and down and down, he climbed Here-said papa to Monica-I have the moon for you Monica jumped and danced with the moon She hugged the moon and threw it into the air But the moon kept getting smaller and smaller and smaller And finally it disappeared altogether Then, one night, Monica saw a thin slither of the moon reappear Each night the moon grew and grew and grew