There's a cat that begins to cruise,
As the world slowly starts to snooze.

Hidden like an ancient rune, Sits a cat on a cosmic cocoon.
Perched up on it's glowing dune -
Up upon a crescent moon.

He's been there for far too long,
Even before that fella Armstrong.
Centuries of a dedicated folksong -
To a moon that housed a cat all along.

So every time you look up above -
Just know there's a cat full of love.