See, my dears, the opening scene:
A moonlit night, a moonlit dream.
Even my little bear seems frail
In lunar light so silky pale.
He bears a pollen grain he found
In the heart of a tulip dark and round.
And milky, misty creatures ride
Shimmering in moonlit pride,
For Monday takes its name from the moon
And Monday will be here soon.....

on to Monday dawn