Jack's mother bought a space rocket bean.
The likes of which had never been seen
Jack was eager; he jumped right on board.
Its engines exploded, and he was catapulted.
By luck, his pod burst on the lap of the Lord.
Jack's mother knew it had a rotten green fuselage.
The likes of which had never been seen
Jack was eager; now he'll never sit on another bean.
But just for a moment, Jack was an astronaut.
Gone. Jack's mother never gave him an afterthought.
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