the what?

So, the moon, the moon, the moon. It's just beautiful. Shining big and bright and beaming over all of us. I just couldn't resist, though nearly froze my fingers off trying to take a good photo of it.

Makes me feel kind of small and insignificant. But then I start singing:

That's the trouble with a moonlight kiss / that she gave me on a night like this / Just a little taste of heaven's bliss / that I took away with me / Any time I see the stars above / She's the only one I'm thinking of ...

Aaaah!