A cup of tea went floating by ascending into space With a pickled cucumber it was having a flying race Jostling each other, to reach the stratosphere The cup of tea decided to notch it up a gear
It whirled around and round and round Clacking and clicking, such a clattering sound The din was heard in nearby Mars Complaints broadcast from a wandering star
Gherkins are a hard nosed pickle In this fierce stoush it would stickle And torpedoed, hurtling headlong in turbo mode It's knobby surface, greenish glowed
In a photo finish they crossed the line But an astronaut thought that he'd combine A cup of tea with some bread and butter And a pickled cucumber for his supper