The Lonely Planet

Mercury’s the poison in your fillings,
And Venus is a plant for trapping flies;
Our much beloved Earth
Is another word for turf,
And Mars are chocolate bars that energize.
 
Jupiter’s is where Australians gamble,
And Saturn was a rocket to the moon;
Neptune was the god
Who supervised the cod,
And Pluto is a dog in a cartoon.
 
But nothing’s named after Uranus;
Uranus no namers extol;
For all that you read of Uranus,
It might as well be a black hole.
 
The rings around Saturn are famous,
And Jupiter’s rings are well-known,
But not so the rings round Uranus –
Yes, Uranus has rings of its own.
 
But nothing’s named after Uranus;
Uranus no namers extol;
For all that you read of Uranus,
It might as well be a black hole.
 
Our Earth’s become the darling of the media,
Our children learn of Venus and of Mars;
They look them up in their encyclopaedias,
’Cos when it comes to planets, they’re the stars.
 
But nobody looks up Uranus
Uranus no namers extol;
For all that you read of Uranus
It might as well be a black hole.