
When my mom washes my shirts,
She has the habit of making them shrink,
But I’m a little worried this time—
Could it be me who’s shrunk, you think?
Moonbathing’s the latest craze,
Lying there ’neath lunar rays.
(It’s not so hot as in the day.)
And look, you get
An “astro-tan”
When stars get in the way!