And wonders what goes on on Mars
And since some missiles are left over
From the latest war, he'll hover
Somewhere there in outer space:
That's the start of the space race.
Pretty soon our space is full
Of satellites that push and pull.
We're pretending it is civil:
To protect us from some evil.
Photographs and GPS.
But in truth, oh! What a mess!
A strange creature art thou, Man
You're in space because you can!...