My Spaceship
By Mary Green
I’ve a picture of Pluto,
My white spacesuit,
My robot Charlie,
My red moon-boots,
All hidden tight,
In my secret lair,
My spaceship under the stairs.
Not even Mum,
Nor my sister Sal,
Not even Dad,
Nor my brother Cal,
Can come with me,
To my secret lair,
My spaceship under the stairs.
I can jet to the moon,
Or fly to Mars,
Take my shuttle,
Or my solar car,
Shout, ‘We have lift-off!’
On a faraway star,
In my spaceship under the stairs.
I can catch a comet,
Or a meteorite,
Zoom round and round,
A satellite,
Do what I want,
Whenever I like,
In my spaceship under the stairs.
It’s my special place,
When I creep inside,
To play or think,
To dream or hide,
Or just to be there,
With my old cloth bear,
In my spaceship under the stairs.