The puffy and soft partner of life's moments,
Cwtching it releases all our torments,
Soaking the dripping tears from our eyes,
Irrespective of its large or small size! ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon,
With the old moon in her arms;
And I fear, I fear, my master dear!
We shall have a deadly storm.
Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.