I was looking at the Moon.
I was looking at the stars.
I was thinking, maybe soon
I would travel to red Mars.
I would meet a funny guy,
Standing like an awkward pine.
Hesitating I'd say: "Hi!
Could you be a friend of mine?
I'd be glad to see your land.
Then I'll show you our Earth".
He'd agree to be my friend,
And his eyes would glim with mirth.