SOUND THE ROAR OF THE ROCKETS

Sound the roar of the thunder-shootin'. high-falutin' bass note rockets
Let me hear those great big decibels
I want to hear them

I want a slim silver cylinder
Going up

I want a pearly pointed pencil
Perched on a fiery pillar of hot gasses
Singing
That great big decibel bass note
And inaudible-treble high

I want a big noise
Going up

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I
N jetwash dan was a deep-space man
G with thunder in his tail
I he steered his course with good white horse
N and fueled his ship with ale
G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Give me

Give me
A sphere of star-strewn space
A pot-bellied planet fore, aft
A metal bright moon, and
An asteroid
Or
Two

I want to sing a thunder song, a big bright thunder-song
Roaring
A hallelujah from a big metal mouth
An orchestra of slim silver cylinders that knows the music; give me the music

I'll write the lyrics

- Nan Gerding

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