caught myself a spaceman

Caught myself a spaceman with a rah, rah, rah Put him in a jar, all fresh, green, funny and raw He looked at me and I knew that I frightened him He was going to be my pet. I would name him Jim. But wait someone said, doesn't he need holes to breathe? I will not poke holes in him, I said to my cousin Weirdo Shreathe. Not him, he said, but at least poke air holes into the lid. I changed my mind and called my Space man Sid.