a poem by Jean Metcalfe, Little Acorns Day Nursery, Washington
I dreamt a cardboard rocket took me to outer space
Where i met an alien, who had just won a spaceship race
He said he liked my cardboard rocket and asked if it moved fast
I replied 'of course it does but now i have to dash'
I flew along the milky way and in and out the stars
I stopped to have a bite to eat on a planet they call Mars
I then journeyed home just the way i came,
In my trustee cardboard rocket,
waiting for the next night upon which I will fly again.