On a planet that smells like paprika, A volcano goes “BOOM” — but no one says “see ya!”, Dad in a spacesuit pours purple fizz, It sparkles and sneezes like a llama with a whizz Mom says, “Careful with cosmic crumbs!” The baby just floats and hums and hums, Big sis watches a rock do a dance, While little bro tries to adopt it by chance. Yippee tra-la in space so bizarre, We’re picnicking under a volcano star! The sandwiches sing, the glasses go “bling,” Even the pebbles go bowling—ka-CHING! The wicker basket speaks in English tea, It whispers, “Don’t forget me, please!” The stars blink slow like they need some rest, And the carpet tries flying—does its best! Dad spills soup from a comet’s tail, It turns into socks—what a cosmic fail! Mom just sighs but starts to grin, ’Cause everything here is delightfully thin (on logic, that is!). Yippee tra-la in space so bizarre, We’re picnicking under a volcano star! Helmets go “plop,” cookies escape, Gravity’s off on a long coffee break!