I’m hopping on a choo-choo
And chugging to the moon
I’ll hold my breath until my lungs
Get properly attuned
The train will zoom through Outer Space
Past Mercury and Mars
You can say hi to constellations
From observation cars
I cannot wait to see a comet
And to touch its tail
Which I have heard is made of blubber
Not unlike a whale
The train runs on a special steam
That’s made from burning feathers
Of duck-shaped clouds that are corralled
In any inclement weather
And when the engine finally stops
At destination moon
We’ll all look down upon the Earth
And feel picayune
But not for long upon the moon
Will you feel that mood deflator
As you dance among the rocks and cheese
And bellow in the craters!
