Old Mother West Wind

How he did wish that he had minded Old Mother West Wind. By and by he curled up under a bayberry bush and tried to go to sleep, but he was lonely, oh, so lonely! and he couldn't go to sleep.

Old Mother Moon came up and flooded all the Green Meadows with light, but it wasn't like the bright light of jolly round Mr. Sun, for it was cold and white and it made many black shadows.