Long, long, long ago the moon wanted a coat, a new coat.
So one day she said to her mother, "Please, please
make me a coat. I want a pretty one, one that fits me well."
Her mother laughed and laughed. The she looked at her
and said, "On, my moon, moon, little new moon, I can not ever
make a coat that fits you well."
"One night you are tiny new moon, the next night
you are a half moon. And then another night you are a big full moon."
"Your mother can not make a coat that will fit
a tiny new moon, a half moon and a big full moon"
So the poor moon goes without a coat to this day.