The tall tale of Freidrich Steedrick -

A man about the town, a regular clown
with whisky and rum
He'd stick out his thumb and ask "where ya from?"
If you didn't answer fast, he'd look about and cast
His gaze upon someone else.
He'd tell you his dreams
of wine and ice cream
and run on with thoughts like a stream.
He was a scream.
And then one day the dope
took a rope
Tied to his telescope.
The crazy loon lassoed the moon -
It was over too soon.
When the moon pulled the tide
He shouted and cried...
The tick tock of the clock gave way
To the shock of the day
Learning he'd been pulled away -
Dragged like a tuna 'round the dark side of luna,
Given the chance to romance perhaps,
The people of Mars, who eat candy bars.
For he's no longer a man about town
I have found
That he get his applause most
From the cosmos
and he drinks white russians from a straw...
along the milky way.