Things got pretty dark there   It looked like we were stuck   It's hard out in the desert   When youre just a little duck      So we built ourselves a raft   And took it to the moon   Though things got kind of rocky   On those lunar afternoons      Then oh no   The waves are crashing harder   Against our tiny boat    That's drowning in the water      The captain says   He hopes it will get better   We should not be sailing   In such stormy weather      The martians had a picnic   And they sent a telegram   I think they meant to call me sir   But instead they called me ma'am      And most nights I stay in now   I stare up at the stars   Oh how I miss the lost canals   On distant planet Mars      And hey hey   The water's flowing faster   From my mother's fountain   That my father made her      And all day   I've been working on this letter   I've been trying and trying   To say what I am after      We should not be sailing in such stormy whether