Like a tourist prepared for a very cold snap!

On, on he sped, through the regions of space,

With very short legs at a very long pace,

His well-filled knapsack lashed to his back,

Extra shoes and canteen strapped under his pack,

His coat-tails flying away on his track—

Entangled far off in the Pleiades,

On the horns of the Bull and Orion's knees.

For there was the Moon, and, strange to say,

There too was the Earth, just over the way,