watchmaker

Luna

Its not just a matter,
Of an airplane to buy;
Or having the power,
To flap wings and fly.

But if I tell you,
How this is done.
You cant tell a soul,
Not even one.

The first thing you do,
Is mix up a drink.
No blending in cauldrons
Just stir in the sink:

Five dried grasshoppers,
And one rubber band.
A powdered stick pogo,
And ten super balls canned.

The springs from your bed.
A length of jump rope.
Some kangaroo fur
And a wee bit of hope.

Now mix up the stuff,
For twenty four hours;
Next thing you know,
Moon jumping powers!

The brew that youll taste?
Itll be a bit thick.
Will taste simply awful,
So drink it down quick!

Its now time to run,
Hasten and hurry.
Its perfectly safe,
Dont have a worry.

Make a great leap,
Youll fly high and far;
Past cloud and comet,
Past treetop and star.

Mission accomplished,
You land on the spot.
Look around for a bit,
On this lunar plot.

Footprints of Martians,
And hills of green cheese.
The old man in the moon;
Youll see all of these.

But lest you forget
Not too long to roam
This tonic lasts not
Youd better jump home