You Can’t Be Sirius

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The push is on to get to Mars
Because down here we’ve blown it
I’m just not sure if Mars is ours
For who’s to say we own it?
Maybe its own inhabitants
Will greet us when we cruise in
In tiny, shiny disco pants
And shout We’re all called Susan!
Then we’ll tell them about the Earth
Its sky, its seas, the land
How right from birth we know the worth
Of taking someone’s hand
Of running jumps into a lake
To beat the summer heat
And hopes that Grandma’s gonna bake
Our favourite thing to eat
The satisfaction we derive
From finding the right gift
And pulling over when we drive
To give a friend a lift
Why monkeys make us laugh out loud
While spiders make us shriek
How lovers can tune out a crowd
When dancing cheek to cheek
Of course, they’ll think us all absurd
Forsaking paradise
A move to Mars? Why that’s unheard!
It’s just some rocks with ice!

And watching with their mouths ajar
They’ll note down in their book:
It’s true, these Earthlings really are as stupid as they look...

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