Shall we dance our way to the stars on the backs of brooms

Shall we sing our way there of songs with no words and no tunes

And when we arrive at the door of the man in the moon

Will he tell us that we have come not a moment to late not a moment to soon

And when we are standing all lost in the stars looking down at the world far below

Will we think to ourselves what a fine trip its been or will we just already know.