I’m a spinning, winning, tripping, zipping, super-sonic ice queen:

See my moon zoom, clock my rocket, watch me splutter tricksy space-steam.

Now we're up on the edge

and over, on the mountain

with mountains beyond. Behind us,

            in the dark

of the valley, villages are embers

There is a place (believe me,

            she said) where if, if

                          you go beyond

the street lights, to the lane's end,

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

Scientists tell us what you are.

Hydrogen...and helium?

Oxygen and nitrogen...

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

The moon was married last night
and nobody saw,
dressed up in her ghostly dress
for the summer ball.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,