Space Trip

“Space Trip,” Friend, Sept. 1972, inside front cover

Space Trip

We lifted off the launch pad

And blasted into space;

A shooting meteorite came by

That we challenged to a race.

We swung from the crescent moon,

Played hopscotch on the stars.

We hitched a ride on a comet

And headed straight for Mars.

But just before we landed,

We heard our mother say,

“Jump up, jump up, you sleepyheads,

And greet a fresh new day!”