It was on the news today
Or did I think I heard it say
On this pretty day in June
Somethings hanging from the moon

NASA hasn’t got a clue
Now that’s a scary touch
If they don’t know what’s goin on
How can we know much?

What could be just hanging there?
My lost blouse – a rocking chair
Or, is it like a solar thing
Can’t pronounce and can’t explain

Could be cheese – Gouda or Brie
Maybe Moon went on a spree
Maybe he’s just falling apart
Been up there since Noah’s Ark 

Whatever it is don’t be dismayed
Moons become a tiny bit frayed
Fix him up with needle and thread
Say good night an’ be off to bed