Why did you hide the moon? 
I've gotten the days all mixed,
And lost a month twixt now and June, 
When can you get it fixed? 

Wherefore did you swirl these stars
And leave them turning lazily
In curds of lactic magnitude, 
And spirals spinning dazily?

And where now is my quantum foam
With which to top espresso? 
There's not a trace of structured space
Where anyone can guess. Oh!

Though time and brains are scattered, I
Admit you're yet persistent. 
But now produce the moon, or I 
Must discharge my assistant!