It was a full moon on March 1 as I was writing this. There also will be a “blue moon” in March this year, meaning a second full moon in a calendar month.
My mother used to sing a song to Aimee, my eldest daughter, when she was little. My mother may have adjusted the lyrics slightly, combined a couple of verses together, but this is how we remember it (and I doubt very much if Robert Meredith Willson would mind my mother taking artistic licence with his song):
I see the moon, the moon sees me
Over the mountain, over the sea