Space pups

You can start the Count Down, you can take a last look;You can pass me my helmet from its plastic hook;You can cross out my name in the telephone book –For I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

There won’t be any calendar, there won’t be any clock;Daylight will be on the switch and winter under lock.I’ll doze when I’m sleepy and wake without a knock –For I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

I’ll be writing no letters; I’ll be posting no mail.For with nobody to visit me and not a friend in hail,In solit’ry confinement as complete as any gaolI’ll be off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

When my capsule door is sealed and my space-flight has begun,With the teacups circling round me like the planets round the sun,I’ll be centre of my gravity, a universe of one,Setting off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

You can watch on television and follow from afar,Tracking through your telescope my upward shooting star,But you needn’t think I’ll give a damn for you or what you areWhen I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

And when the rockets thrust me on my trans-galactic hop,With twenty hundred light-years before the first stop,Then you and every soul on earth can go and blow your top –For I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

Author – Norman Nicholson