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
Lovely!
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Fun to write, fresh from a morning dream. Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Beautiful words so well composed. Loved the simplicity.
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Thank you! It was fun to write.
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Yes it sure sounds like that Lee.
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