Live On The Moon Poem by Patti Masterman

When I'm old, I shall live on the Moon
With all of my friends, and we'll grow young again-
On the Moon, surrounded with wonder.

When I'm old, I'll find a Moon house to inhabit,
We'll make schoolhouses from craters,
And playthings, of rare matter.

And when I'm very old, and live on the moon,
I'll watch the UFO's flying by each night,
Sometimes glimpsing Earth with a sigh.

But I won't be sad- for I live on the Moon;
Traipsing around, in my silver shoon-
With La Mare and Shelley, for companions.