A fellow left this earth one day
To visit the moon, and maybe to stay
And to eat the cheese he would surely find
Until all that was left was the waxy green rind.
He reached the moon just an hour or two
After he left the sky so blue.
In fact, the air was still coming out
Of the hole he poked in the sky with his snout.
When he landed, he looked all around in dismay,
For the cheese that was there had all gone away!
In its place all he saw were rocks piled into hills,
No easier to eat than a porcupine’s quills.
“Why is it that my cheese always disappears?”
The man asked quite sorrowfully while wiping his tears.
He then dusted a rock with his red checkered shirt,
And Behold! There the cheese was! Right under the dirt!
The man, then rejoicing because of his find
Ate all of the cheese, but left the green rind.
And that (with the dirt) is the only thing there
That’s left of the moon floating up in the air.