Who Built the Moon

Once there was a pilgrim, he was lonely as a broom
He had the idea to build the moon
He started with an onion and then he let it dry
Then he rang it like a bell and it made him cry
Then he covered it up with dust and dirt
And he made it hollow so it wouldn’t hurt
Then he cut the ropes and it came unwound
Then he raised it up, up off the ground
Now the moon is a-hangin' in the sky
Shakin' the oceans and movin' the tides
And if his calculations was not true
Then we might not be lonely lookin' at the moon
Somebody once asked the astronauts
«Who built the moon?» But they would not
Talk about the pilgrim and his lonely shell
Lookin' down on the earth all by his self
But they was really worried about his lonely bones
Said «Can we send a mission to bring him home?»
But by the time the Apollo touched down
He was hiding in a hole underground
Now the moon is a-hangin' in the sky
Shakin' the oceans and movin' the tide
And if his calculations was not true
Then we might not be lonely lookin' at the moon
Then he covered it up with dust and dirt
And he made it hollow so it wouldn’t hurt
Then he cut the ropes and it came unwound
Then he raised it up up off the ground
Now the moon is a-hangin' in the sky
Shakin' the oceans and movin' the tides
And if his calculations was not true
Then we might not be lonely lookin' at the moon
Looking at the moon
Looking at the moon
Looking at the moon