When I was 3, my mother said to me Eat up your greens and say your grave While on TV they put a dog in space And left here there... you should`ve seen her face When I was 5, the dream was still alive And Walter Cronkite said: "One day we`ll earn our daily bread Conducting things in outer space" But still on earth I thrive... and you pretend I`m not alive And walk by with my substitute While I fasten the oxygen valve on my space suit When I was 8, we shared a cloakrack - it was great And I pretended I had so much on my plate I had a speech to write, about moonshot trajectory And during phonics class, perfected my delivery Now the band`s playing "Hail to the Chief" While my capsule`s out floating by some tropical reef all the experts can agree on, regarding your motives in the cape canaveral crash... is that they know nothing it puzzles me so... Now I`m full grown, and I`ve a spacecraft of my own But there you sit, still upon your Earthly throne Hey darling, throw this `space-pup` a bone Don`t touch that dial, don`t hang up that phone
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