November 20, 2010 1:05 PM
Grandpa's Moon
On Grandpa's moon there's cheese.
And all kinds of ways to get it.
But you gotta try, see,
to not get caught, see,
(and there's family and friends there to scheme with).
On Grandpa's moon there's a big baboon
in a bowtie and stovepipe hat.
And he laughs and he laughs and he laughs and he laughs
at a little a dis and a little a dat.
And he shakes hairy shoulders and flashes white teeth
and says "That's a good one - the best one I've heard!
Now tell it again and again and again
like only you can! Like only you can!"
On Grandpa's moon there's a beautiful ghost
who walks through the graveyard gate.
And she takes him on flights through the blue velvet night
to the tops of skyscrapers and in between stars.
On Grandpa's moon there's a great bazaar
at the bottom tip of the crescent.
With hotdogs and screws and nonprescription glasses,
decks of cards, chocolate bars, a circus and some wrenches.
And he goes up to pay, but his wallet is bare
and then he remembers, remembers, remembers,
that everything, everything, everything's free.
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