Wandering through the forest one night,
The Moon was full and lit the path I took.
I heard critters and turned around to look.
It was a rabbit hopping in the Moonlight.

The Stars were shining bright.
I could have even read a book.
The wind blew and trees shook.
The Moon was just out of sight.

I was gleam struck by a Moon beam.
I was penetrated ray by ray,
There was a sharp brilliant gleam.
And there was nothing to say.

I was Gleam Struck!
Like a schmuck!