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Dream Job


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.

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