The White Wido

The moon comes every night to peep
  Through the window where I lie,
And I pretend to be asleep;
  But I watch the moon as it goes by,
And it never makes a sound.

It stands and stares, and then it goes
  To the house that's next to me,
Stealing on its tippy-toes,
  To peep at folk asleep maybe;
And it never makes a sound.