We flew by the Sun,
My grandson and I,
On a witch’s broom
Custom made to fly.

We circled Venus and Uranus,
And Jupiter and Mars.
We flew on to the Milky Way,
And ate cookies surrounded by stars.

And when our fuel ran low
We landed on the Moon
Where the conductor said,
“The train will leave soon.”

“All aboard the Polar Express!”
He called, “Next stop planet Earth!”
We took our seats and fell asleep—
Waited to arrive at our berth.

We awoke on the sofa
Covered in Legos and spacemen,
And Cameron’s sweet voice,
“Grandpa, let’s do it again!”