MARTIAN LULLABY

Oh my darling
Oh my darling
How I miss you
I never needed you so much
'Til I missed those
Crimson eyelids
And the scales I love to touch
You're my cosmic
Little sweetheart
And your thoughtwaves are the most,
Sernding growls of love like thunder
All along the Martian coast!

Oh, my true loves
An ordinary thing
You'd know her anywhere
By her pink antenna
And her polka dot skin
ANd the thrity four dimples
In her chinny chin chin
And the hydrogen sulphide
In her hair...


Recorded by Pete Seeger for Folkways, circa 1961, album title "Gazetteer" or similar, if memory serves.


Amos ^^