Space The Rhyme Rocket

One rocket, one mission -

to search the universe for poetry, one rhyme at a time!

# Blasting through the universe Rhyme connecting, song detecting

# Grabbing proponents from the planets and the stars

# The Rhyme Rocket

# Top tongue-twisters, super songs with Professor Poet and Officer Ditty

-# She's Commander Rhyme-a-lot

-And I'm the one in charge!

# The Rhyme Rocket!

# The Rhyme Rocket! #

Officer Ditty, come and look through my new telescope.

-Moon and spoon.

-Yeah!

-It's amazing what you can see with this thing.

-Really? Hmm!

Er? I can only see a bit of orange.

-Officer Ditty, what are you doing?

-Sorry.

Professor's got a telescope and I was having a look.

If you want to be a commander, you have to remain alert.

-Yes, Commander.

-No time for hobbies like stargazing.

-Astronomy.

You need to keep your eyes and ears open.

Commander.

-Shimmering stars, they're on radar. Why didn't you say?

-I tried to.

Look! It's picking up a signal from some rhyme recruits on planet Earth.

Earth calling the Rhyme Rocket.

Remember our mission to collect poems across the universe.

ALL: One rhyme at a time.

But I wanted to play with my telescope.

Professor, we're in space. Come on, move it.

You'll see galaxies of stars on the way.

# Let's get this rocket started

# The engine runs on rhyme

# Poems are its fuel

# They get us there on time

-# Stand to attention

-Yes

-# Do your final checks

-Check

-# Go to the toilet

-Flush

# We're ready on the deck

# Blast off positions

# Don't forget your seatbelt

# It's going to be fast

# Switch, click, push, twist

# It's going to be a blast. #

Ten, nine...

-Communicate.

-..eight, seven,

-six, five...

-All systems live.

-four,

-three, two...

-Ready, crew?

..one,

blast off!

Ooh!

Aaaa!

Earth calling the Rhyme Rocket.

Space.

Case.

-Face.

-I can pull a funny face.

I can pull a funnier face.

Ha-ha-ha!

Place.

Face.

Race.

At school we were at the egg and spoon race.

-Do you remember when we finished at the same time.

-Yes.

See you later!

Yes, we will. On course, Commander.

Well, thanks to our rhyme recruits,

we've got enough fuel to get to constellation Twinkle-Twinkle.

That star will look huge through my telescope.

You see, this magnifies what you see, whereas this,

magnifies what you say. Listen.

Quiet.

-I can't hear anything.

-Loud!

No! The commander's concentrating.

I shall demonstrate again.

-Don't.

-Quiet.

-I wouldn't, professor.

LOUD!

I can smell a rhyme.

I thought so, it's the Rhyming-Pair Planet.

Everyone on the lookout for aliens that rhyme.

Moon.

Spoon.

Moon, spoon.

Do you think these two aliens rhyme?

Yes! Moon. Spoon. Excellent.

More rhymes for the rocket. Leaving the Pair Planet.

Heading for a poem, next.

-Hubble.

-Bubble.

-Double.

-Lubble.

Aliens from Planet Trouble.

Watch us wriggle, bounce, and play.

We love making mess all day.

See us giggle. See us laugh.

Pouring custard in the bath.

We like to chomp on lots of chocs.

Jelly, ice cream, sweaty socks.

-Hubble.

-Bubble.

-Double.

-Lubble.

Aliens from Planet Trouble.

-Planet Trouble!

-I'm not looking for trouble.

-Have you been there?

-Yeah, been there, got the T-shirt.

Oh, and the rhyme.

What about the planet Saturn?

Oh, yeah. Boring. I went three times. The food was terrible.

But, the rings of Saturn make a really nice pattern.

-Professor poet.

-Oh, I see.

A poem.

The Moon in June looks like a prune.

Officer Ditty.

A ditty.

The people on Mars live in jam jars.

Professor, you want your telescope to look at this star.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are.

# Twinkle, twinkle, little star

# My dad drives a motorcar

# When he tries to go to town

# My dad's motorcar breaks down

# Twinkle, twinkle, little star

# My dad's car can't get that far. #

Ha-ha-ha!

Ah, the Rhyming Pair Planet, no car would make it there,

that's for sure.

Moon, spoon.

There they are! They rhyme.

Moon, spoon.

It's great, here, on the Rhyming Pair Planet.

Oh, no.

Who's this?

Moon? Spoon? Bee?

Ah!

That doesn't rhyme.

Quick, get away.

Hang on, who's this?

Sea?

Bee? Yes!

-Yeah!

-They found their rhyming pair.

-Bee, sea.

-Yeah!

Woo-hoo!

More rhymes for the tank.

Full speed ahead.

Woosh!

Look! Oh, look!

The Rhyme Rock. An incredible place where the poetry is ace.

Performers eager to take centre stage.

To help us boost our fuel gauge.

Officer Ditty, beam aboard Mr John Chase.

-Aye-aye, Commander.

-John Chase, he's definitely ace.

My mate, Malcolm, had the big wish,

To fly through the sky like a bird or a witch.

To get to the air, he tried a big push,

But without wings he fell in the bush

Next he thought of another idea,

Get a balloon and fill it with air.

He tied it up tightly onto a chair

Then climbed on the top for a spot of repairs.

He emptied his pocket trying not to pop it

Off they flew like a rocket.

In the sky lightning may shock it,

More frightening, How will he stop it?

Now he's spun. It started as fun,

If he goes on he'll be burnt by the sun.

He feels glum. What have I done?

And he hears, come. I can help you, old chum.

He soon sees the moon, Cool in space,

Sings, the Sun's too hot. Visit my place.

Malcolm shouts out, Help me get back!

Moon says, OK, I'll put you on track.

Moon pulls him And throws him in a dash,

A straight line, He's back in a flash.

He opened his parachute So not to crash,

-And touched down safe in the sea with a splash.

-Wooh!

That was out of this world.

We're heading out of range. We better beam you back.

-Officer Ditty?

-Aye-aye, Commander.

Hold your nose.

When you're back, check your pants aren't on your head. Ditty!

Zoom!

Imagine floating all the way to the moon.

-Forget the moon, Professor.

-That's right.

The map says we're heading for the Science Museum

-in the City of Edinburgh.

-It's where earthlings learn about space.

-They don't have rockets.

-No, so this is going to come as a surprise.

Entering Earth's atmosphere. Stand by for entry.

-Take your positions, quickly.

-Aaaa!

Aaaa!

Quiet! I have to make an announcement.

Greetings, earthlings.

This is the Rhyme Rocket.

Ready to collect your words.

Put the brakes on.

Aaa!

Aaa!

Right, crew.

I'm going to beam you down to where you need to be.

-Are you ready?

-No, wait. My telescope.

-Good.

The rhyme recruits are waiting for you.

Get a move on.

Hi, rhyme recruits.

Hi!

It's nice to chat. But it's time to rhyme.

# Rhyme Rocket

# Rhyme rocket

# Whizzing through space, A smile on our face,

# From Planet Rhyme to Earth

# With poems we've got, thanks to Rhyme-a-lot

# From the universe

# And now we found our rhyme recruits

# So we're really aiming high

# Stand up and shout our words and sounds

# Let's get our rhymes to fly

Alien.

Satellite.

Milky Way.

Saturn.

Sputnik.

Galaxy.

Meteor shower.

Black hole.

Sun.

Shooting star.

Man in the moon.

-Twinkle, twinkle,

-little star.

How I wonder what you are.

Giant steps are what you take.

Walking on the moon.

Venus.

Jupiter.

Mercury.

Mars.

Pluto.

Uranus.

Planets, far!

-Words with gravity.

-Galaxy of poems.

-Asteroids.

-Atmosphere.

Rhymes exploding.

-Well done, recruits.

-Yeah!

Thanks to your rhyme and verse, we have poetry for the universe.

Rhyme tanks full.

Crew, our work here is done. I am firing up the rhyme tanks.

-Rhyme recruits, do one last thing for us.

-BOTH: Never stop rhyming.

# Everyone had brilliant rhymes

# They're the best we've ever heard

# But now, recruits

# We will say goodbye

# And rocket from your world

# We'll whiz in space

# A smile on our face

# From Earth to Planet Rhyme

# Cheery bye, got to fly

# Must dash in a flash

# See you all next time

# Rhyme rocket

# The Rhyme rocket. #

Mission complete.

Great. Now I can really focus on stargazing.

Oh, it's all black! There's no stars.

What do you mean no stars? There are billions out there.

You can even see Mars.

No! They've all gone.

They've been swallowed into a big black hole.

-Officer Ditty, if you would.

-Aye-aye, Commander.

-Oh!

That's better!

# The Rhyme Rocket

# The Rhyme Rocket! #