Now, some folks say that the Moon is made of cheese,
and most folks, don't believe 'em.
But I do.
Some call me dim,
but I still believe the Moon is made of cheese.
At school my other classmates tease me,
they say they Moon ain't made of cheese,
but I can prove them wrong.
I went to NASA Space Center once,
and as we were leaving through the gift shop,
I saw something that caught my eye,
a round wheel of what was supposedly a peice of Moon cheese.
I grabbed my mom's arm, and she looked at me like I was crazy,
but she bought it for me anyways.
Now I have a little piece of the moon in a zip-lock container ('cause it smells really bad)
What's that? You say your brother works at NASA, and that it is just a regular peice of cheese?
That his coworker's been to the Moon and brought back ROCKS?!
We'll never mind this story, the Moon's made of rock, *tosses cheese in the trash*.
Now, who can get me a piece of Moon rock?
*someone hands the speaker a regular rock*
Thank you very much kind person. Now I have a real, little piece of the our natural satellite.
Some call me stupid, some call me dumb, but I'm still cooler than them,
'cause I have a piece of the Moon.