As a mutual friend it was difficult to pretend

That I was anything less than concerned

Hearing of your troubles

Has forced me to double

My interest in your current affairs

It's no use despising a new unknown horizon

Now your son has set his sights on the moon

So precipitous a decision has clouded your vision

And altered the pitch of your tune

Please don't turn a deaf ear to the noises you hear

While savagely your love you prune

For he might replace the old with the moon

He might replace the old with the moon

In March, April, May, and June

July, August, September, soon

He might replace the old with the moon

It could be October

November, or even December

So in January and February remember

He might replace the old with the moon

He might replace the old quite soon