Jerry liked to look at Stars, He did not care for spheres like the moon or Mars, He didn’t like balls in the sky, Just things that twinkle way up high, It was like lightning bugs he caught in jars.
Celine looked out the window at cars, While dreaming of moving to mars, But, mars is all gravel and rocks, With sundial tic-tocs, And, all there dream of moving to stars.
I decided to be a survivalist, So, I moved out to live under the stars, But, there is just this tiny little twist, I happen to be living on Mars, The air on Mars is not so good, And, there isn't much to eat, And, good luck finding firewood, A drop of water is a treat, Perhaps I'll move to another place, To show I have a survivalist pattern, I won't give up and show disgrace, Instead, how challenging could be Saturn?