We strolled along the milky way,
on that balmy night in June,
but there the air was much too rare,
so we stayed till all too soon.
We stopped for tea on Saturn,
with our celestial cup and spoon,
but there our things spun off the rings,
so we stayed yill all too soon.
My love, she turned and said to me,
“Oh, my, how late the hour.
Shall we return back home my dear,
to our humble earthy bower?”