A Bridge To The Moon

I built myself a great big bridge

It will take you to the moon

I started building near the fridge

Sometime late last June

I was making a great big omelet

And I found I had no cheese

So up I went I would not fret

To the moon it would be a breeze

I used all sorts of different things

To make it climb real high

Sticks and stones and lots of strings

To reach up to the sky

I may have made a wrong turn

Somewhere along the way

It seems I’m hot enough to burn

I’ve definitely gone astray

There’s blazing red and yellow flame

It’s over a hundred thousand degrees

I hit the sun what an awful shame

I guess my omelet won’t get any cheese.