A boy, aged about ten
Loved playing the flute.
He dreamed of flying to Mars
in a purple space suit.
He had funny ideas all the day long
But flying to space was his passion.
He wondered if the colour purple
on Mars would be top fashion.
He had written a tune
and it was called Purple and Red
Playing it when he awoke
till the time for his bed.
It had a catchy rhythm
Just right for space
It didn't matter one way or the other
to him in any case.
The town knew of his needs
and bought him a rocket.
Together with a designer purple suit
with a deep narrow pocket.
For his flute of course
to play amongst the stars.
He had got to rehearse his number
for when he got to Mars.