The moon read two birds a soft lullaby.
Soon one by one they drifted to sleep,
‘Til there wasn’t a chirp or one little cheep.
When the moon saw they both were at rest,
He took his big book and covered their nest.
The moon tiptoed back into the dark night,
To keep his sweet chicks safely in sight.
But later that eve, the little moon heard,
The twitter and chirp of a new baby bird.
And as he crept to the nest for a peak,
The little moon saw a third chirping beak!
Why, they weren’t asleep.
Not a single, sole one!
They were laughing and playing and having such fun.
Now the little moon was so glad that he came,
And climbed in the nest for a little bird game.
But soon the moon had a very great thirst,
And wanted to have a little drink first.
The three baby birds found a bottle to spare,
And filled it with milk for the four to share.
But the moon was so thirsty he took a big sip,
And as he leaned back, he started to slip!
He stumbled and tumbled right over the brink,
Before he could grab on, before he could blink!
And before his new friends could count up to three,
The moon fell right back, right out of the tree!
He dropped like a stone through the dark starry sky,
And the little birds hoped he knew how to fly.
But the moon hit the hard earth right on his back,
And the three little birds heard a great “Craaaack!”
One piece flew left and the other flew right,
‘Til the poor little moon was nowhere in sight.
The three little birds flew down to the ground,
And saw him all shattered and scattered around.
Why the poor little moon couldn’t whimper or yelp,
So the three little birds called out for some help!
And soon from the sky came all their fine friends,
To piece him together and help make amends.
Together they found each little moon part,
And mended him up with love and with heart.
Gently they held him and lifted with care,
And carried him high up, high up in the air.
The three little birds flew back to their nest,
And lay the moon down to get some good rest.
And as the moon drifted so softly to sleep,
He heard a sweet chirping, a soft little cheep.
For the three little birds read a sweet lullaby,
High up above, in the blue starry sky.
André Dahan
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High above in the starlit sky, the moon lulls two birds gently to sleep.
But with the arrival of a new little chick, bedtime seems far away.
The moon and his three little friends laugh and play throughout the night.
But soon a Humpty Dumpty mishap ends their games.
Now, the little birds must help piece the moon together and get him safely to bed.
With its enchanting imagery and adorable, rhythmic text, Goodnight Little Moon continues André Dahan’s grand tradition of irresistible bedtime stories.
Dahan perfectly blends vivid imagination with the warmth of true friendship. In bold and bewitching color, Dahan captures the magic of this unlikely friendship with tenderness, warmth, and wit.
A perfect lullaby for the young and young at heart alike.
André Dahan is an international award-winning painter, illustrator, and author of several children’s books.
The world of art enters his work, inviting the reader to seek adventure and understanding in his vivid color and surreal portraits.
André Dahan speaks tenderness and friendship, while giving rise to a smile when least expected. Dahan lives in Paris with his wife and daughter.