The Man in the Moon
Mum! Mum! Look at the Moon!
It’s gigantic Mum! Look at it soon!
It’s going to crash! And wipe us all out!
Mum! Mum! Should we all shout?
What will happen? Will it hurt d’ya think?
Will Aliens land? Will all that cheese stink?
Will the man on the moon steer it to pass us on by?
Oh Mum I’m so scared – I just want to cry!
But Mum it’s so big! It’s so massive, immense
I’m sure it’ll hit us! I’m feeling so tense!
HOLD ON! Maybe I’ll man-up instead! Get a ladder and climb
Right up to the moon there and reason and rhyme
With the commander in charge and ask him politely to fly
The moon further away to its place in the sky!
Yes that’s what I’ll do! With a ladder I’ll go
Right up to the man in the moon; friend or foe
And I’ll chat with him nicely. Maybe take him biscuits and tea
And I’ll say “Excuse me, kindly, please could you listen to me”
“Could you turn your moon round, Sir, could you maybe head out
Away from my planet, cos without any doubt
If you keep heading this way there’s going to be a big bash
As your moon and my Earth are going to crash!”
“And it’ll be a terrible mess and lots of people will cry
Cos there’ll be cheese everywhere, Mister, and some might just die
For the moon and the earth just shouldn’t collide
But sit happily together in the sky, side by side.
So please Mister, moon man,” I’ll say to him, with the slight of a smile,
“It’s been very nice chatting and it’s been very worthwhile
But I’d better be off now for my Mum will be worried you know
And thank you for visiting but now you must GO!”
Then I’ll shout Mum! Mum! Look at the Moon
Did you see it? Did you see it! This clear afternoon!
It was going to crash and wipe us all out!
But I climbed up a ladder and sorted it out!
And the man in the moon liked your biscuits and tea?
And sent these back for you –Moon baked crackers and Brie!
Dedicated to my nephew, Jack, and the power of a child’s imagination