There could be no doubt; the world was fast asleep,—at least so thought the dear old moon.
We want to get there while it stays dark, and before the old moon does get up.
An old moon rose late and illuminated his pastures with a blue glow.
So it appears, said she, like a boat, and it is laden with the old moon—that betokens a storm.
We shall have the old moon after one o'clock ...