The tunnel winds its way up to the moon
and soon,
hopefully
because I'm on my last two spangles
and sherbet dabs are not the same
I will come out on the light side
the right side
beside a crater
where will be waiting
a signpost stating
'Paradise 3k away'
I will lay my pickaxe down and in lighter gravity being somewhat of unbound, I shall skip with glee
(and half a spangle left)

With an air, without air and with lots of nonchalance
I will prance my way to paradise bay
and play with beams made out of dust
(on the moon that
is so a must)
and when evening drops in for a tea and if I am able,still being full of glee,I shall eat pancakes and cherry tarts
and open up the 'love hearts' which I hid away for a rainy day but it never rains when it doesn't pour
and up here where I am with cherry jam and
within the core where there's more green cheese that you ever saw
there's a man.
The man in the moon and he soon joins in my jamboree
and then we're both filled up with glee
not really any need to eat my tea but I digress
as I usually do.

You can join me, get a ***** and dig away until the starlight starts to fade and close your eyes
in a moment or a moment more you'll be knocking at my door
(hope you brought some jelly tots)
and we can pour out spinning tops and spin ourself until all spinning stops and morning wakes
if not wakes, it breaks itself wide open on the bedroom floor
I'm not sure I like the morning anymore
what's it for but to disappoint the spaceman in my heart
tonight I'll start to dig again.