As I was gazing at the stars,
I wished that I could go to Mars.
I wished I had a rocket ship
With which I could have made the trip.

I know I'd never be afraid.
Why should I be? My mother bade
Me not to go, as mothers will,
But I'd sneak out when all was still.

I'd try out the ship and learn how to man it
And then I'd set out for this bellicose planet.
I'd have to refuel at a floating space station
Before I arrived at my destination.

Now Mars, for the most part, is monotonous land:
There's nothing to see there but rocks and red sand.
But some of it's green, which means vegetation.
If I brought back Martians, I'd cause a sensation!

Now I'm not afraid of the Martians.
Fear is quite unknown to me.
I'd bring back some with me to Old Mother Earth,
For there's so much that they'd want to see.

I can see the report in the papers:
Brave boy pilots rocket through space
And brings back a pair of live Martians
Whom you can now meet face to face.

It's lovely to dream about going to Mars
But I must be contented with gazing at stars
And I'd better go now for, as you can see,
The men in the white coats are coming for me!