Strapped securely into his seat;

Engines bellow their thunderous roars-

With machines recording his heartbeat,

Into the sky the spaceman soars.

Thrust into the void of space;

Nothing to bind him, all to behold;

Rocketing along at a frightful pace-

Chosen to explore places for the bold.

Firing his retroes he descends upon

An eerie world, with his magic wand-

A wand called technology, his comfort sure;

The only difference, the air is pure.

He gathers some specimens, and plants,

Puts them on ice and begins to dance;

For now it’s time for him to return

And scientists to decipher what he’s learned.

The spaceman’s learned that the air is cleaner

Where we’ve not been with our demeanour.