Classic Poem

I saw the moon,
One windy night,
Flying so fast—
All silvery white—
Over the sky
Like a toy balloon
Loose from its string—
A runaway moon.
The frosty stars
Went racing past,
Chasing her on
Ever so fast.
Then everyone said,
“It's the clouds that fly,
And the stars and moon
Stand still in the sky.”
But I don't mind—
I saw the moon
Sailing away
Like a toy