Look at him up there, grey-faced, with his cool light
I heard that he thinks he's the prince of the night
Sky told me that he chiefly consists of cheese
Ew, could you imagine being stuck down breeze

Estelle enlightened me— he has a dark side
The guy's completely crazed— it's been certified
He sets forth eight phases in twenty-eight days
He always keeps it moving— he never stays

Who knows if this next tidbit is at all true
But I once...