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Wombles In Space

Wombles In Space (Split Into two parts because I suddenly got all Limericky ) Part One The Wombles are not worldly wise They look to the ground not the skies They got on a train, which is hard to explain Cos the train they got on was a plane Eventually back on the ground Uncle Bulgaria frowned How could it be, that all he could see Was a sign saying Cape Kennedy The small telescope in his pocket He took out and saw a space rocket He said to his wombling clan, I’ve spotted a big old tin can It’s stood there as though we’re expected Just waiting there to be collected And while it’s a hell of a can Am I not a wombling man? Soon they had clambered aboard A rumbling sound left them all floored Orinoco was starting to drift off And somehow he’d started a lift off Bulgaria sported a frown Lord knows how we’re gonna get down But since were all stuck in this can I’ve got an exiting new plan They found a box full of space suits and one full of magnetic boots The mission: to gather space trash To trade up or sell it for cash Part Two Then Houston said, we've got a gremlin The crew ain’t the crew we’re rememberin A furry ensemble Each looks like a Womble Perhaps snuck aboard by the Kremlin Uncle Bulgaria’s explaining Orinoco, asleep, ain’t complaining There’s rubbish to get They’ve not been beat yet The cargo bay soon would be straining The craft dragged a net round the Earth Catching up junk for it’s worth It then tried to swallow Some bits of Apollo The net didn’t have enough girth Tobermory’s big invention For over-sized space junk retention? A sticky harpoon A scrapyard on the moon So that’s taken care of his pension His plan for retirement luxurious Was blocked cos the Clangers were furious! So what could he do Except grab some glue A womble space walk is quite curious He glued all the rubbish together Which seemed really simple but clever He made a new planet Of metal, not granite Which really was quite an endeavour On Earth there was mass womble mania Those wombles, it seems, had got brainier The latest new game Was to think up a name For the planet we now call Womblania

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