A very tall man was standing on his roof,
\nfishing for the moon, which caught the attention
\nof an insomniac ape who happened to be walking by,
\nsleep having failed him again.
\n"I do wish I could catch the moon," said the man.
\n"I do wish I could get some sleep," said the ape.
\n"If you help me catch the moon, I will let you
\nlay down on it," said the man, assuming something
\nso beautiful and quiet would have to be conducive
\nto sleep. The ape was atop the roofspot in a flash.
\nTogether they experimented with every hook, line, lure,
\nrod, bait, pole and reel imaginable, but to no avail.
\nAt last it was decided the moon was being unreasonably
\ndefensive, a fickle temptation no longer worth casting after.
\n"I am tired," said the ape. "Tomorrow we will try for the sun,"
\nsaid the man, "It is much bigger." Right there on the roof,
\nthey started singing like sailors reunited after many years at sea:
\n"Oh the moon is a prune in a cellophane tree.
\nAnd I’ve finally found out it means nothing to me.
\nI’ve got me a friend who’s as strange as can be.
\nTogether we might hitch a star."<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"