Since I was small, people have asked me

"Logan, what is it you want to be?"

My answers would change, year after year,

And for a long time, nothing was clear.

Then one night, I looked up to the stars.

I thought about Spirit, roaming Mars.

I dreamed of Voyager, in deep space,

And it brought a smile to my young face.

I wanted to send something up there.

Something different, something quite rare.

From that day on, I knew what I'd do.

I would probe space, with the NASA crew.

Searching for life, and taking samples

Of rocks and minerals, for example.

They need engineers to build the ships,

And I want to help them make the trips.

Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, far,

I want to know just how small we are.

To build a ship and send it to space,

That's how I'll better the human race.

My dream job is to study the stars,

And send a rocket straight towards Mars.