Why is the sun so sunny,
the moon so moony?
Why do the stars twinkle in the starry sky?
Why is the wind so windy,
the cold so cold?
Why is the silence so silent?
The heat, so hot it burns.
How is the air so airy,
the breeze so breezy?
What keeps the streams, streaming?
The waves, waving?
The tides turning?
Who made the trees so tall,
their green so green?
Who taught the birds their song,
the crickets their crick?
Who built the mountains so mighty,
the canyons so deep?
Who made me, Me?
God, of course.
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