Over the moon in a distant galaxy, lived a little man, m. was his name

Over the moon in a distant galaxy, lived a little man, m. was his name

Uncertain as he was, of life’s purpose, explore did he gain

Seeking into the past, he saw no history

Probing the future, he saw no destiny

To a mystic I must go

Burned his greatest desire

So the day came, the day will come

When unbefuddled by the dark clouds

The Moshaich will clarify