Moon I will from one
From another sun

Give me a glass
In it I will grow grass

Basin small I will take
To make a little lake

With much joy
Said little boy

He thought, but
I must be nut

How can I make
Sun, moon, lake

I must be mad
The boy said

Some water he got to drink
And sat aside to think

Who makes sunlight
The moon so bright

Who can dig
Lakes so big

In thought So seriously he sat
Blank looking at

Asked worried mother
What is the matter

Replied little boy
I am thinking of my Creator.