My sister is a space cadet,

An astronaut slash majorette,

She twirls batons in outer space

To help the planets levitate.

 

She monkeys with astrology,

Plonks Gemini in Mercury,

She plays with moons and houses too,

Sets constellations all askew.

 

She lives in a space-caravan,

Together with a hot spaceman.

They met while picking out space suits,

He liked her cute majorette boots.

 

They cook together, love to bake,

They’re famous for their great space cakes!

Their spaceman friends line up at night,

They buy space cakes to reach new heights.

 

They then hop in their big spacecrafts,

And loop the loop, get really daft!

They buzz the great space-station tower,

At five-gazillion miles an hour!

 

My sister loves her funky job,

Up there with her spaceman heartthrob.

She told me I should go there too,

Her spaceman’s friend is really cute!

 

What do you think? What would you do?

Would a cute spaceman interest you?

And if he did, what would you wear,

To meet a spaceman way up there?