| Sammy Snake had always thought That he could be an astronaut. He dreamed of flying to the stars And cobra cuties found on Mars. He would practice how to land By jumping coiled onto the sand. And he would hiss a lunar tune Like he was falling to the moon. He knew with every breath he'd take The space program could use a snake. Someday they'd realize the need And seek him out, oh, yes, indeed! But as his little snake heart yearned, His applications were returned. He'd hiss a sigh, then force a grin, And write to volunteer again. |
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