Archived: String by Bernadette Ledbetter

The man on the moon 
Gave us something to do. 
With a string and a ring 
We went to find Ping 
For his future wife was calling. 
With the strings attached 
We pulled them together 
Waiting to see what would happen. 
When they saw one another 
They embraced and they sang 
For they were always meant to be together.