Once a Little Lunar-Naut
A fabulous Italian mini-lunar-naut
Traded his mini- spaceship for a cot,
No more moon trips,
No beeps or blips
Relaxation and rest duly sought
Dreams aplenty for that lunar-naut.
He dreamed of lots and lots of space,
He dreamed of traveling all over the place.
He dreamed of women with eyes of pink.
He dreamed of cats with hair of mink.
He dreamed of oceans, turquoise blue.
That little mini-lunar-naut, was asleep so true.
He dreamed away a month and a day,
Until he was swept in a broom, far away.
Poor little mini-lunar-naut, far from Rome,
Is using a rusty can in the dump as his new home.
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