How To Build a Spaceship

I rode a rocket past the moon, I walked the face of Mars, And when I tired of the Milky Way, I took off for the stars: Alpha Centuari -- Sirius-- Then on, through Galaxies I rode my spaceship everywhere --but only in my dreams. For it was a world of atom bombs, The Missile Crisis--the Berlin Wall-- Of immolated Buddhist monks Who protested freedom's fall-- It was a world where spyplanes flew Across uncharted skies, and where, because of fear, we grew to believe convenient lies. "Not because it's easy, but because it's hard," I heard -- John Kennedy sent the challenge out -- and we acted on his word: we built the world's best spaceship with more than steel its frame, not alone by mere technology but fueled by an Eternal Flame That illumined our dark tomorrows and could not be forgot: we built our spaceship with the blood of the King of Camelot.