Answer:Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out;You stareIn the airLike a ghost in a chair,Always looking what I am about —I hate to be watched; I'll blow you out."The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon.So, deepOn a heapOf clouds to sleep,Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon,Muttering low, "I've done for that Moon."He turned in his bed; she was there again!On highIn the sky,With her one ghost eye,The Moon shone white and alive and plain.Said the Wind, "I will blow you out again."The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim."With my sledge,And my wedge,I have knocked off her edge!If only I blow right fierce and grim,The creature will soon be dimmer than dim."He blew and he blew, and she thinned to a thread."One puffMore's enough