Marshmallow Moon

Me and my dear daughter

Are a-goin’ to the moon

She’s pilot of our spaceship

And we’ve gotta get there soon

We’re bringin’ back some samples

Of rocks an’ dymond jools

We know somebody up there

We’ve never been no fools

She fires up the thrusters

Her job, it is to land

I’m suited up and ready

To go at her command

The ‘Puter says we’re landed

Though our ship, it seems to bounce

So tipsy and unsteady

Like it didn’t weigh an ounce

We finally seem to settle

The ladder, down I climb

With shovel and a pick axe

I hope we’re here in time

Our man we knew had told us

The “Window” was so shallow

But late we were, and so the moon

Had turned into marshmallow


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