Here's a lyric from Lancashire:

Oh, Theophilus Sprocket invented a rocket
And sailed to the moon with his lunch in his pocket,
And nothing was heard, not a whisper or word,
Of Theophilus Sprocket, the lunch or the rocket

Astronomers wives, peering into the skies,
Gave incredulous cried of alarm and surprise,
For the moon's face was blue - and that was quite true -
'Twas the face of Theophilus Sprocket.