Is the man in the moon a silversmith who fashions the stars?
And is it true that he pickles them too, and sells them in jars?
And when he smiles on a clear, warm night, 
is he crying his wares?
And when the clouds all smother him up, 
is he saying his prayers?
Oh, I wonder, is it true?
That the man in the moon is a silversmith 
who fashions the stars?
And is it true that he pickles them too, and sells them in jars?
Oh, I wonder, is it true?