Scrap

I found a scrap of paper with an intro for another song I wrote years ago. It remember cutting it because, well, it totally spoiled the song.
But it's quite funny.
Here:

The more we learned about the moon
and the planets of our system
the less appealing they appeared
if they'd be gone, we would not miss them.
the moon is dry and airless
the rest is gas and grit and ice
and frankly, we couldn't care less.
They're just not very nice.

The song, incidentally, was otherwise quite good... I must do something with all these old lyrics.