On a small family trip
In a small family ship
They find the closest spot to the moon.
And on it, they’ll be, quite soon
They scale their way to the top
With a broom, and a mop
Until a small comet crashes down
Making the kid turn around
And investigate what he saw
Then in came his Pa,
And the grandfather as well
Both of which, tried to tell
The kid to clean up the place
With one of their brooms, he must decide with haste.
But a giant star flies into view
And it seems no matter what they do
The star can’t be moved, it can’t be budged.
At least, that’s what the elders judged.
But the kid suddenly found the answer
As he climbed up top with his tiny hammer
He barely hit, and it shattered
Into tiny pieces which scattered
And fell to the ground, shining bright
Illuminating the dark night
They began cleaning up the mess with a broom
Into a crescent shape of the moon