Bye, baby Moon-child,
Daddy’s coming soon, child.
He’s bringing plants to make our air,
And Venus flowers for your hair.
Brightly burning distant star,
I know exactly what you are.
If I make a wish on you,
What is there to bring it true?
And so I look at you and smile,
You traveling atomic pile.
Jack took Jill to the desalting plant
For a glass of ocean water.
Jill drank it down,
Then made a frown,
And took to gin thereafter.
“Mary, child extraordinary,
How does your garden grow?”
“By cellular mitosis,
As anyone should know.”
Miss Nancy MacGruder,
Taught by computer,
Was such a precocious tot:
When a curious spider
Sat down beside her,
She dissected it on the spot.
Hello, little satellite,
Up above me every night.
You teach me words and help me do
My math and science lessons, too.
You’re bright and cheerful every day–
May your orbit never decay!
Here’s a couple of others, not meant for children:
Old MacDonald had a farm, on the TVA.
And on this farm he had a lien, by the FHA.
With a mortgage here and a judgment there,
Here a debt, there a debt,
Everywhere a debt, yet,
Old MacDonald lost his farm, and went on OAA.
There was a young woman who lived in a shack.
She had so many children, ‘cause she couldn’t keep track.
Now she takes the pill,
The state pays the bill,
And a shiny new Cadillac’s parked in the back.