“Space Trip,” Friend, Sept. 1972, inside front cover
Space Trip
We lifted off the launch pad
And blasted into space;
A shooting meteorite came by
That we challenged to a race.
We swung from the crescent moon,
Played hopscotch on the stars.
We hitched a ride on a comet
And headed straight for Mars.
But just before we landed,
We heard our mother say,
“Jump up, jump up, you sleepyheads,
And greet a fresh new day!”