I was a renowned, NASA scientist, with my face always turned to blue stars,
As eyes are ever drawn to a flaming sunset, as to colorful, outdoor bazaars.
And stargazing brought big excitement, and chills during many a nighttime,
Like the thrills of the returned birds singing, in the springtime days of lime.
Many busy years, I had been chasing my dream, and reaching for the stars,
As rush hour traffic chases moonlight, in those many colored, lustrous cars.
Mine was happy work and fascinating, a vivid fascination that was catching,
......
I was a renowned, NASA scientist, with my face always turned to blue stars,
As eyes are ever drawn to a flaming sunset, as to colorful, outdoor bazaars.
And stargazing brought big excitement, and chills during many a nighttime,
Like the thrills of the returned birds singing, in the springtime days of lime.
Many busy years, I had been chasing my dream, and reaching for the stars,
As rush hour traffic chases moonlight, in those many colored, lustrous cars.
Mine was happy work and fascinating, a vivid fascination that was catching,
......