STEAM ENGINE TO THE MOON

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!

 

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