TODDLING ASTRONAUT
My radio flyer—it is bright red
It's orbiting my bungalow
The big dogs can't lick my face
Cause I wear a goldfish bowl
I'm a toddling astronaut
In outer space
And I sure miss
The human race
Through asteroid rocks again
Take this helmet off my head
Think I need some Oxygen
Hope the fish aren't getting dead
Somebody call my flight engineer
This goldfish bowl is really stuck
Oh good my mommy's here
With the sirens and a fire truck
I've learned my lesson well
Don't put plastic on your face
And concerning
Those homemade spacesuits
Well just don't trust them
In outer space
© 1996 Stefan des Lauriers