Who Built the Moon

One there was a pilgrim, He was lonely as a broom He had the idea, to build the moon He Started with an onion, and then he let it dry, He rang it like a bell and it made him cry, The he covered it up, with dust and dirt Then he made it hollow, so it wouldn't hurt Then he cut the ropes, and it cam unwound Then he raised it up, up off them ground Now the moon is a hangin in the sky Shankin the oceans and moving the tide And if his calculations, was not true Then we may not be lonely, looking at the moon Somebody once asked, the astronauts, Who built the moon But they would not, talk about the pilgrim, and his lonely shell Looking down on the earth, all by his self But they was really worried, about his lonely bones Said can we send a mission, to bring him home But by the time the apollo, it touched down, he was hiding in a hole, under ground Now the moon is a hangin in the sky Shankin the oceans and moving the tide And if his calculations, was not true Then we may not be lonely looking at the moon Then he covered it up, with dust and dirt And he made it hollow, so it wouldn't hurt Then he cut the ropes, and it came unwound Then he raised it up, up off them ground Now the moon is a hangin in the sky Shankin the oceans and moving the tide And if his calculations, was not true Then we may not be lonely looking at the moon A lookin at the moon A lookin at the moon A lookin at the moon