Poem
You can start the Count Down, you can take a last look;
You can pass me my helmet from its plastic hook;
You can cross our my name in the telephone book-
for I'm off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.
There won't be any calendar, there won't be any clock;
Daylight will be on the switch and winter under lock.
I'll doze when I'm sleepy and wake without a knock-
For I'm off ti Outer Space tomorrow morning.
I'll be writing no letters; I'll be posting no mail.
For with nobody to visit me and not a friend in hail,
In solit'ry confinement as complete as any gaol
I'll be off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.
when my capsule door is sealed and my space-flight has begun,
With the teacups round me like the planets round the sun.
I'll be centre of my gravity, a universe of one,
Setting off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.
