Have a cap, a baseball type cap
With the NASA symbol emblazoned
Had an interesting trip to Cape Canaveral
A symbol of man's dedication
Feels so good wearing this cap
Such a tribute to man's ingenuity
Each day something else blows my mind
The progress, the real continuity
In leaps and bounds we move ahead
It's left my poor mind in the dust
Am really too old to keep abreast anymore
Age makes it difficult to adjust
So from little ole me I'm sending this
A tribute to those amazing people
Who've forged this path to heaven above
To me it all seems so surreal
Billy Bob Bear was on an adventure on a bright, breezy day
Birds and bees swarmed in to light his path, to show him the way
Bunnies were hopping along, in a hippity hoppy sashay.
It was going to be an adventure that would make him laugh and play.
His cousin Big Burly Ben came along and asked if he could go too.
As pirates, they sailed a ship round the bend, with a hullaballoo.
I’m on board said his friend, Bitsy Bumblebee Bear, fingers full of goo.
She brought honey cakes and a picnic basket with an emblem of blue.
Bees and birds were intrigued, entranced and followed the crew.
Sailed from New York to Cape Canaveral before they were through.
They washed their laundry in the ocean, also where they took a pooh.
They had a great time playing a guitar also, these cousins, bears two.
Oh, maybe I forgot to mention that after their lunch Bitsy did not fit.
They had gotten bigger; the bunnies had joined them post-knit.
Billy Bob and Big Ben welcomed then, pretended to be close knit.
For they needed tasty lunches, on their adventure, post wit.
Humankind's quest for be bereavement memorials has no bounds.
Headstone or brass plaques used to suffice,
Hidden away in grave yards and draws of ashes on walls.
But now crosses and plaques litter the roadsides,
Like a strange form of offensive graffiti to mark
Where drivers have fallen and been slain in the driving campaign.
Upfront and in your face these unauthorized crude memorials
Add unwanted crosses and bunches of fake flowers, to the weeds and litter on roadsides.
Now the pristine face of man in the moon,
Admired and loved by countless generations of folk,
Is to be littered and trashed by human cremated remains.
Send by 'Moon Express' rocket from Cape Canaveral, no less.
To be left as permanent firmament memorials to humans who want their remains
left in space, in the heavens above, in the eye of man in the moon.
For everyone on earth to be forced to see, like drivers forced to see crosses on highways.
Such pollution, graffiti and litter add to the footprints and spacecraft junk
Left to deface the pristine, much loved and cherished face of man in the moon.
For heavens sake, is there no bounds to human depravity!
Have a cap, a baseball type cap
With the NASA symbol emblazoned
Reminds me of my visit to Cape Canaveral
A symbol of man's dedication
Feels so good wearing this hat
Such a tribute to man's ingenuity
Each day something else blows my mind
The progress, the real continuity
In leaps and bounds we move ahead
It's left my poor mind in the dust
Am really too old to keep abreast anymore
Age makes it difficult to adjust
So from little old me I'm sending this
A tribute to those amazing people
Who've forged this path to the heavens above
To me it all seems so surreal
© Jack Ellison 2013