by H.G. Peterson
H.G. Peterson is the world’s greatest living helicopterist. Throughout all of Asia he is loved and adored for skill in piloting helicopters. He can fly all sorts of helicopters; blue ones, red ones and even a striped one once.
“I’m Going to Berlin”
The Solar System has planets nine
About the Sun they take their time
Mercury, the closest in
Flies ‘bout real fast, and has slow spin
Next comes Venus, with cloudy sky
Its temperatures are very high
Now there’s Earth, our home sweet home
There’s grass and you and Styrofoam™
Mars is fourth, and really red
It may have life, but is likely dead
Asteroids are this far out
It’s too far ‘tween them for you to shout
King of Planets, Jupiter is gas
There is no ground to grow some grass
Saturn is large, with many rings
And home to other interesting things
The name Uranus sure is funny
But it’s skies are hardly sunny
Blue and beautiful is Neptune
And quite too large to fit in your room
Pluto is tiny and really quite strange
About it in a car you could easily range
Kuiper Belt objects are icy and cold
Much too much so for bread to grow mold
Far out in space, the Oort Cloud is found
This is where comets spend time flying ‘round
And so you can see, with the Sun at the center
The Solar System’s neatness gets better and better
