Jessie Goes To The Moon

Jessie Goes To The Moon

(and meets the Sandman)

Jessie built himself a ship

and flew to the moon, oh what a trip!
He met some creatures who lived on the moon,
silly little creatures we’ll call the Loons.

They met him when he left his ship,
a parade of Loons that jumped and flipped.
They blipped and bleeped and welcomed him there,
little green creatures with bright orange hair.

They told him they were glad he’d come,
for they had a task they couldn’t get done.
The Sandman, who also lived on the moon,
had fallen asleep sometime last June.

He’d been filling his bags full of sleep sand,
when he wiped some off on the back of his hand.
It got in his eyes and he drifted to sleep,
and now he was snoring so heavy and deep.

So the Loons had gathered the sand they could find,
but making more sand had them puzzled in mind.
More and more people were staying awake,
for no one knew how new sand to make.

The sleep sand stores were running low,
and still the Sandman would not show.
They shouted and shouted and called his name,
but sleeping so deeply, he stayed the same.

Jessie tried hard to think what to do,
but how to make sand, he hadn’t a clue.
Then he said, “Bring pans, every one you can.
Let’s wake up that sleepy old Sandman.”

From every kitchen across the moon
came forks and knives and spoons in a swoon.
Pots and pans in a clanging parade,
the noisiest racket the Loons ever made.

They banged and bammed and crashed and clattered,
till Jessie thought his ears would shatter.
The noise grew loud, louder than thunder,
when suddenly up popped the Sandman from under.

He blinked and yawned and scratched his head.
“Did I oversleep?” the Sandman said.
They told him how long and all that they’d kept,
and how the whole world had nearly not slept.

Together they worked with Jessie’s hand,
mixing and sifting the fresh new sand.
Soon every bag was filled up tight,
ready to sprinkle dreams that night.

At last Jessie said, “It’s time for home,
but I’ll try to call you on the phone.”
The Loons all waved with sleepy grins
and thanked their brave and helpful friend.

He climbed aboard his ship once more
and gently rose from the moon’s bright shore.
But this isn’t the end, oh no, not soon,
for Jessie will visit again the moon.