Pray make no mistake, we are not shy; we're very wide awake

The sun, whose rays
Are all ablaze
With ever-living glory,
Does not deny
His majesty
He scorns to tell a story.
He doesn't exclaim,
"I blush for shame,
So kindly be indulgent."
But, fierce and bold,
In fiery gold,
He glories all effulgent.
I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky
We really know our worth,
The sun and I.
Observe his flame,
That placid dame,
The moon's Celestial Highness;
There's not a trace
Upon her face
Of diffidence or shyness:
She borrows light
That, through the night,
Mankind may all acclaim her.
And, truth to tell,
She lights up well,
So I, for one, don't blame her.
Ah, pray make no mistake,
We are not shy;
We're very wide awake,
The moon and I.
-The Sun Whose Rays Were All Ablaze from The Mikado
I have had this committed to memory since I saw the film Brick in 2006. It translates wonderfully into poetry.