Space
There’s a race in Space
To build us a base,
Some place quite soon,
On the clear white Moon.
A distant bright light
On a dark, cloudless night.
It’s nearer than Mars
Or far twinkling stars.
Too cold or too hot
Like most planets, it’s not.
The moonscape is grey
Both night and day,
No green cheese just dust,
But metal won’t rust.
Suits refuelling stops
For interplanetary hops. C.A.T./England
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