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My Sixty-First Poem on the Moon
“The moon's a little planet,
With a hundred dried-up seas.
If we were there, we could not breathe;
And if we stayed, we'd freeze.”
With a hundred dried-up seas.
If we were there, we could not breathe;
And if we stayed, we'd freeze.”
Thus spoke the lean astronomer
With the mossy locks of grey.
He had a long brass telescope,
A truly learned way.
With the mossy locks of grey.
He had a long brass telescope,
A truly learned way.
“The clouds are carpets,”
Said his pretty little son.
“This evening I will climb the roof,
And take a ride on one.”
Said his pretty little son.
“This evening I will climb the roof,
And take a ride on one.”
“The moon's a big brass door
I'll open wide,
And look into the nursery,
And see what's on the floor.”
I'll open wide,
And look into the nursery,
And see what's on the floor.”
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