I’ve just picked up my red Radio Flyer
From the astro-ship tuneup shop
Its super-duper quadruple turbo chargers
Rocket boosters, aerodynamically designed wings
Are all in tip top shape for lift off
My space suit was designed by an ET couturier
I’m off to the Cosmos, you see
Not to visit the Man in the Moon
But Saturn and its nine rings
The sixth planet from the Sun
I’ll need to navigate its main rings
Through gaps opened by moonlets
I hope to encounter Titan, its largest moon
Where I’ll pull in to a drive-in window
And order a Lemonade float “No ice please”
Won’t that be a gas!
Then I’ll steer to the moon named Phoebe
A beautiful name, hopefully beautiful to behold
She orbits in retrograde at a different angle
There will be no stopover here
For my destination is Big Boy Saturn
I’ll land on the planet in my high fashion suit
Shut down the boosters, fold up the wings
Step down from my red Radio Flyer
Look around with my X-Ray vision
And hear the 6 a.m. alarm ring into a new Earth day.
Jan.17 2014
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