Who Built the Moon

Once there was a pilgrim

He was lonely as a broom

He had the idea to build the moon

He started with an onion and then he let it dry

Then he rang it like a bell and it made him cry

Then he covered it up with dust and dirt

And he made it hollow so it wouldn’t hurt

Then he cut the ropes and it came unwound

Then he raised it up off of the ground

Now the moon is hanging in the sky

Shaking the ocean and moving the tides

And if his calculations were not true

Then we might not be lonely looking at the moon

Somebody once asked the astronauts

“Who built the moon?” But they would not

Talk about the pilgrim in his lonely shell

Looking down on the earth all by his self

But they was really worried about his lonely bones

Said, "Can we send a mission to bring him home?”

But by the time that the Apollo touched down

He was hiding in a hole underground

Now the moon is hanging in the sky

It’s shaking the ocean and moving the tides

And if his calculations were not true

Then we might not be lonely looking at the moon

Then he covered it up, with dust and dirt

And he made it hollow, so it wouldn't hurt

Then he cut the ropes, and it came unwound

Then he raised it up, up off them ground

Now the moon is a hanging in the sky

Shanking the oceans and moving the tide

And if his calculations, was not true

Then we may not be lonely looking at the moon

A lookin' at the moon

A lookin' at the moon

A lookin' at the moon