Space Shot

Space Shot If I were a scientist I'd build a massive gun To blast myself beyond the moon and then beyond the sun I say the sun but it’s a star, our closest so I'm told But I would keep on going cos the stars just leave me cold They’re balls of burning gases and I’m sorry to be fickle They always burn your tootsies and they defrost your popsicle So on I'd travel speeding like a nuke intergalactic Glad I built my launcher out of metal and not plastic Lest I fail my mission, I'll rally and jet on No meteorite shall halt my flight, I'll have my helmet on I only hope that as I go my lungs don't spill my breath For who would then inform you of my sad untimely death My sole intent to land upon a planet like our earth And so I would send word instead about my second birth I'd need to make a missile that could take my message home But first I'd make a shelter, perhaps a perspex dome Once I'm fed and rested I would make another shooter For there's no way that I could make an Interstellar scooter If that's what you expected I must demonstrate defiance My skills are in ballistics and not in rocket science