How High The Moon Poem by George Hunter

How high the moon?
How deep the lagoon?
I guess I'll never know.
How far is the sun?
How close is your bun?
These questions just go and go.

What is the length of a dragon's tail?
If I take a test I know I'll fail.
What if I have to go to jail?
Would you be willing to go my bail?
Would you like to eat a head of kale?
Or walk the length of a streetcar rail?
Or capture the wind in a schooner's sail?
Or go to France and eat a snail?

Maybe grab hold of a fish's tail.
And find it attached to a big sperm whale.
Who was beached after a blustery gale.
Not enough sun I'm getting pale
I think I'll take out the morning mail.
That's overflowing the oaken pail.

I'll send my daughter to Harvard or Yale
Before she decides to take the veil.
I'm tired of hearing the kids all wail
Wanting to go to the ice cream sale.

To get my body more healthy and hale
I'm going to hit the Chisholm Trail
And follow my nose o'er hill and dale
And do some hunting for the bob white quail
After I have a stein of cold pale ale

Now I'll aim the hammer at the nail
And put an end to this pathetic tale.