Once upon a bounce, on a springy moon,
An octopus danced to a silent tune.
Its tentacles stretched, in rhythms they quirk,
Jumping high in the sky, with stars as its perk.
Up it goes, like a dream in a bubble,
Over the stars, with no hint of trouble.
"Jump with me," it sings to the wandering kite,
In the cosmic dance, under the playful night.