Fly me to the moon

There was a boy called Willie Fry
who unlike others he could fly
day by day he would try
to fly higher into the sky

His efforts made him mighty proud
when once he reached a fluffy cloud
atop he stood and he avowed
"Moon next" he cried, happy and loud

Launching into deep, dark space
he finally reached his happy place
the moon that only had one face
where he could rest with eternal grace