This blue object in the universe thrives
With organisms both immense and small;
Mother Sun’s favorite planet of them all.
Three of nine albeit poor ol’ Pluto had the jive
And was thrown out from the milky way hive!
Within this orbiting revolving sphere,
Named earth and defined as ground,
We rockin’ at 67 thousand mph ‘round
The hot sun while spinnin’ and a rollin’ with cheer
Better not stop, better not step in without a beer!
The human manifestation anthology is an old juke box
With notes from little children who wonder
Asking: is there little green things out in that black yonder?
Is the black box an entire universe filled with questions of clocks
Spinning backwards and a blinking constellation that tells of a mansion of ox?
Dinner is served at eight
The table is always set to wait
For family, friend or guest date
Come hungry for talk of fate
And please - don’t be late.
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