To the moon I said
for our summer recess
if for no other reason
than to feel weightlessness
We'll jump over a crater
and grab some moon rocks
as souvenirs.

But, said the boss
the cost is high
the risk is great
and the temperature is
oh so low at night
Why don’t we we stay local instead
and see what our world has to offer

We flew to London
to see Big Ben
and castles
and knights
We saw a princess
but nary a queen
appeared

From there we took a train
through the ocean
to Paris and around
We ate croissants
and drank some wine
we learned to speak French
and we saw the Eiffel Tower.

We toured and saw
glimpses of the past
from Vatican City
to the Rock of Gibraltar
from the white cliffs of Dover
to the hills of Transylvania
We saw it all, soaked it up

We raced through small countries
Monaco and Lichenstein
one day saw them all
Then off to the east
the land of Haiku
We watched a tea ceremony
pretended we were Samurai.

Off to the wall
extending into the distance
as far as we could see
Then into Russia
we rode on the steppes,
thought we were Cossacks
as we headed back west

There really was nothing
rotten about Denmark
The people were grand
as we traveled their land
We headed back south
to hug a Koala
We saw the Southern Cross

Mountains like tables
lakes long dried up
Africa gave us
safaris and diamonds
we talked to the locals
so similar to us
looking for peace and love

One last stop
to go through the canal
then off to the beaches
and parties of Rio
We headed back north
towards the pole
the summer turned into fall

Finally back home
we arrived around noon
It really was great
to see what we saw,
to do what we did
But next year I think
we'll go to the moon.