I am your favourite planet,
The one that gave you birth,
A green spot,
A clean spot,
That's known as Mother Earth.
My orbit never changes
On my journey round the Sun,
Circling through Space,
Leaving no trace.
(Each lap means one year gone.)
I spin upon my axis
Once every day and night;
Observers say
I lean one way;
I'm inclined to think they're right!
I have a Moon that sometimes comes
Between the Sun and me;
And for a time
I know that I'm
Plunged in obscurity.
Consider the Sun, Moon and Stars,
The other eight planets and I.
Ask, "Who put them in place?
Who arranged them in Space?
When did it happen and why?
Experts say the whole Scheme will collapse
And there's nothing that mankind can do.
Not much longer to go -
A billion light years or so -
So I'm not going to worry. Are you?