Rats race to the moon for the biggest piece of cheese
Fat rats fly on upward on a perilous lunar mission
Flying on rocketing clouds – their tails stiff in the breeze
They no not what will come of their loony decision.
Earth’s plagued by starving rats begging food to eat
A fragile globe is spoiled – killed for meat of beasts.
Ratus ratus moves to the moon in a rocket ship fleet
Hoping science will provide more than cheese for feasts.
Only one man lives on the moon – one Mister Scribbly Dibbler
He plays a mystery moony tune – on a silvery harmonica
Snorts some moonshine whiskey; what a rhymey riddler
His origins remembered from forbears in Thessalonica.
Mr Scribble scribbles a riddle deep inside a crater –
Isn’t science fun? Will we see you later?