Calling the moon up from its plans
Coming up, a villains face
The man on the moon
Has every right to feel gloom
As people look upon his dented face
But as days pass and pass
Someone will blast from their spacecraft to meet the man
He tries to tell them to stay
But they don’t care anyway
They want to go to cousin Mars
Farther into the stars
To explore new reaches of space
And that leaves the moon’s face
Still in that gloomy place
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