The moon's the northwind's cooky He bites it day by day Until there's but a rim of scraps That crumble all away The southwind is a baker He kneads clouds in his den And bakes a crisp new moon That greedy northwind eats again The moon's the northwind's cooky He bites it day by day Until there's but a rim of scraps That crumble all away The southwind is a baker He kneads clouds in his den And bakes a crisp new moon That greedy northwind eats again