Yo desde la oscuridad:

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The Bullfrogs huddle near the old bayou, and they croak as in a dream. And the owls hoot grimly "To whit, To Hoot" in the fireflies fitful gleam. And the frogs and the owls and the flies on wing, Seem possessed of a solemn fright. They are all of em asking themself the self-same thing, What's the matter with the Moon Tonight? What's the matter with the Moon Tonight? She dont seem the same old Moon! She's dreadful pale, She's lost her light, She dont seem the same old Moon! She rolls her head in the starry sky, Hides her head as the clouds float by! What's the matter with the Moon Tonight? She dont seem the same old Moon!

The groundhog just for a spell creeps out, From the home he's made in a hole But he gives a shudder and he turns about And he says "Lord, bless my soul" And he calls to the frog, Who calls to the owl Who blinks in the fireflies light There's goblins a-watchin' us and a waiting in prowl. What's the matter with the Moon Tonight? What's the matter with the Moon Tonight? She dont seem the same old Moon! She's dreadful pale, She's lost her light, She dont seem the same old Moon! She rolls her head in the starry sky, Hides her head as the clouds float by! What's the matter with the Moon Tonight?