So I was sitting on the sun,
Drinking coffee and wine.
The moonlight shone down upon me,
Smirking in silvery pride.

I took a paper and drew a globe,
I sat thinking of the colours in monochrome.
A frightened breeze flew by,
As I sat on the sun, looking so dry.

A ventriloquist came by,
Asking for shade under a tree.
I looked at him and laughed,
For I sat on the sun looking so free.

So sitting on the sun,
I observed the earth so far.
But I sat on the sun,
Drinking iced tea from a jar.