MystyrMystyry
04-30-2011, 11:36 AM
We blew to the moon in a balloon, we did,
In a balloon we blew to the moon:
Regardless of all the sensible advice,
In the middle of the night when the sky was nice,
In a balloon we blew to the moon!
And when our balloon flipped upside-down,
All on board yelled: 'It's tipped and spinning around!'
We all shouted loud, 'Our balloon is blue,
It's solid! It's new! It's all we've got but it will do!
In our balloon we'll blow to the moon!'
Thick and fast, thin and slow,
These are the moonfolk who sing out of tune;
Their feet are huge, and their heads do glow,
In a balloon we blew to the moon
We blew away in a balloon, we did,
In a balloon we blew so far,
With only a plastic garbage bag
Fastened tight with a greasy rag,
To a thimble for our car;
And we all wailed, as away we went,
'We've pitched our tent - we've paid the rent!
For the moon is bright, and the sky is vast,
We won't be first, but we won't be last,
In a blue balloon to blow so far!'
Light and rich, dark and poor
These are the places they live in June,
And in Winter when they dwell outdoor,
In a balloon we blew to the moon
The wind it swept us up, it did,
The wind it swept us up;
And to keep them warm, we wrapped our toes
In strips of cloth and garden hose,
And covered the mess with a paper cup,
Then spent the day in an unusual way,
We each of us said, 'May what come, come what may -
Though the sea be still, and the journey tough,
We've travelled afar, and we've brought our stuff,
And in our balloon we'll live it up!'
Green and orange, purple and red,
Their eye pops out, and they swallow their spoon,
These are their faces after they've fed;
In a balloon we blew to the moon
Alone and along we drifted aloft;
Throughout the night and some of the day,
We hissed and shrieked as we floated along
As Gerble and Jerble suggested a song,
'By the light of the stars we sail away
There's beer in our tums, and our voices ring,
Above jungles and rivers, above everything
Over deserts and oceans, clouds and mountains
We soar high above all the towns and their fountains
In our blue balloon we sail today!'
Ruby and jade, sapphire and gold,
Are what the moonfolk use at noon;
To brush their eyebrows - or so we're told
In a balloon we blew to the moon
We flew into a stormcloud, we did,
Through a storm of lightning and rain,
But we brought broken umbrellas and Summer raincoats,
And a pot of tea, and two bushels of oats
And a miniature electric train
And a box of tissues for wiping our noses,
And very few vases of ripe green roses
And a half-jar of blue marmalade,
And rainbows to brighten (which got waylaid),
Black and right, left and white
Are the rules of the road and a boon
For those who don't drive and live in a kite,
In a balloon we blew to the moon
And in fifteen minutes we shall return,
In fifteen minutes or less,
And no-one shall say, 'How thin they've become!'
For we've seen the moon, and the Bubblington Chum,
And the caves of the Riffled Kerlyxile!
And no-one will say, 'Will it be soon? -
We should blow a balloon to the moon!'
We drink toasts to our health, for it's been a while
Since returning from lunar exile;
Paper, newsprint, cardboard and card,
Are the houses where live the Loon;
Their heads glow blue, and their teeth are hard,
In a balloon we blew to the moon
In a balloon we blew to the moon:
Regardless of all the sensible advice,
In the middle of the night when the sky was nice,
In a balloon we blew to the moon!
And when our balloon flipped upside-down,
All on board yelled: 'It's tipped and spinning around!'
We all shouted loud, 'Our balloon is blue,
It's solid! It's new! It's all we've got but it will do!
In our balloon we'll blow to the moon!'
Thick and fast, thin and slow,
These are the moonfolk who sing out of tune;
Their feet are huge, and their heads do glow,
In a balloon we blew to the moon
We blew away in a balloon, we did,
In a balloon we blew so far,
With only a plastic garbage bag
Fastened tight with a greasy rag,
To a thimble for our car;
And we all wailed, as away we went,
'We've pitched our tent - we've paid the rent!
For the moon is bright, and the sky is vast,
We won't be first, but we won't be last,
In a blue balloon to blow so far!'
Light and rich, dark and poor
These are the places they live in June,
And in Winter when they dwell outdoor,
In a balloon we blew to the moon
The wind it swept us up, it did,
The wind it swept us up;
And to keep them warm, we wrapped our toes
In strips of cloth and garden hose,
And covered the mess with a paper cup,
Then spent the day in an unusual way,
We each of us said, 'May what come, come what may -
Though the sea be still, and the journey tough,
We've travelled afar, and we've brought our stuff,
And in our balloon we'll live it up!'
Green and orange, purple and red,
Their eye pops out, and they swallow their spoon,
These are their faces after they've fed;
In a balloon we blew to the moon
Alone and along we drifted aloft;
Throughout the night and some of the day,
We hissed and shrieked as we floated along
As Gerble and Jerble suggested a song,
'By the light of the stars we sail away
There's beer in our tums, and our voices ring,
Above jungles and rivers, above everything
Over deserts and oceans, clouds and mountains
We soar high above all the towns and their fountains
In our blue balloon we sail today!'
Ruby and jade, sapphire and gold,
Are what the moonfolk use at noon;
To brush their eyebrows - or so we're told
In a balloon we blew to the moon
We flew into a stormcloud, we did,
Through a storm of lightning and rain,
But we brought broken umbrellas and Summer raincoats,
And a pot of tea, and two bushels of oats
And a miniature electric train
And a box of tissues for wiping our noses,
And very few vases of ripe green roses
And a half-jar of blue marmalade,
And rainbows to brighten (which got waylaid),
Black and right, left and white
Are the rules of the road and a boon
For those who don't drive and live in a kite,
In a balloon we blew to the moon
And in fifteen minutes we shall return,
In fifteen minutes or less,
And no-one shall say, 'How thin they've become!'
For we've seen the moon, and the Bubblington Chum,
And the caves of the Riffled Kerlyxile!
And no-one will say, 'Will it be soon? -
We should blow a balloon to the moon!'
We drink toasts to our health, for it's been a while
Since returning from lunar exile;
Paper, newsprint, cardboard and card,
Are the houses where live the Loon;
Their heads glow blue, and their teeth are hard,
In a balloon we blew to the moon