Words by Elizabeth Hensley
To the tune of, "Yankee Doodle"
Uncle Martin came to town
Riding in his spaceship.
He crashed right into the ground
When giving Air Force planes the slip!
Uncle Martin keep it up!
Uncle Martin dandy!
Your antennae slip right in your head
Which makes them nice and handy!
Uncle Martin came from Mars
And landed on our Planet.
I don't know what he thinks of it,
Except it's wild I'll grant it!
Uncle Martin keep it up!
Uncle Martin dandy!
Your antennae slip right in your head
Which keeps them nice and handy!
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
Words by Elizabeth Hensley
To the tune of, "Yankee Doodle"
Uncle Martin came to town
Riding in his spaceship.
He crashed right into the ground
When giving Air Force planes the slip!
Uncle Martin keep it up!
Uncle Martin dandy!
Your antennae slip right in your head
Which makes them nice and handy!
Uncle Martin came from Mars
And landed on our Planet.
I don't know what he thinks of it,
Except it's wild I'll grant it!
Uncle Martin keep it up!
Uncle Martin dandy!
Your antennae slip right in your head
Which keeps them nice and handy!
This is a filk song Some say it is because the tune was filched from other music. Others say it came from a typo from the word, 'folk.' You can see it in color with pictures at http://tinyurl.com/poemsoffaithandevolution