And saw a glowing ball flash by,
A streak of light that caught my eye -
A flaming meteor.
But no, a meteor never turned ‘round,
Or hovered high, to search the ground!
Nor ever made that powerful sound.
‘Twas not a meteor.
Then down it came, but not too near,
And the ground below turned brown and sere,
And the roar of the engine hurt my ear.
In the side I saw a door.
The door slid open, a ramp dropped out,
And in my mind I let out a shout.
At last I knew what it was all about!
It had never happened before.
A figure appeared, then down he came,
And touched his chest, and said a name
I couldn’t pronounce, but I did the same,
And told him “Eleanor.”
He showed me a box and soon I knew.
With it and my help just what he’d do.
He’d be able to talk to me, and you,
And build a good rapport.
And in a few months he helped us so,
That we were able to also go
Soaring out to the stars, you know.
Our Galaxy to explore.
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