I wanted to move to a nice, warm moon, and move there real soon,
I found one that was pretty,
The moon was itty bitty,
My family all moved there, and baked two types of macaroon.
There was a willow growing in my raspberries, and it was getting real big,
I went and sharpened my best shovel, and for the roots, I began to deep dig,
The tangled roots, I chopped out,
Filled the hole, and drank a stout,
I cut the whole tree into firewood, and next summer it will roast my pig.