Grandpa is quietly watching the stars,

recording the movements of Mercury and Mars.

Pablo feels playful, with nothing to do--

And says “Grandpa, I have a question or two…”

“What if the sun really followed the moon?

Would we eat lunch at night, and eat breakfast at noon?

“Is it true that the moon is made out of cheese?

And if mice lived there, could they do what they please?

And cheese comes from milk, Grandpa, doesn’t it now?

Imagine the size of that moon-making cow!”

“You’re full of pickles,” his Grandpa would say,

“Stop driving me crazy and please go away”.