I remember my Mama and even my Papa singing me this song when I was little…

Mama, Mama, put the cat out tonight
Cat out tonight, cat out tonight
Worked all day, I’m gonna scat out tonight
And I won’t be home until dawn

Gonna dance with a dolly with a hole in her stockin’
While our knees keep a-knockin’ and our toes keep a-rockin’
Dance with a dolly with a hole in her stockin’
Dance by the light of the moon

Gonna dance by the light of the moon
Dance by the light of the moon
By the light of the moon

I remember the words as “by the light of the silvery moon”, but above is what turned up in my Google search. Last night, as Karl and I returned up the driveway, the clouds gave way to let the waxing half shine through. It was timely as my flashlight batteries were giving up the ghost. The moon found a hole in the clouds as I was standing in the dark trying to shake out the last bit of juice.

The light from the moon was in just the right spot to illuminate the dark part of the walk back. I laughed out loud because the timing was funny – my flash went out and the moon came on. Karl picked up my excitement…game on!

Our dance was a game of soccer in the sideyard…by the light of the silvery moon.