Old Sol In A Jingle
Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
And planets around him so grand,
Are swinging in space,
Held forever in place,
In the Zodiac girdle or band.
Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
And Mercury's next to the Sun
While Venus, so bright,
Seen at morning or night,
Comes Second, to join in the fun
Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
And Third in the group is our Earth;
While Mars with his fire,
So warlike and dire,
Swings around to be counted the Fourth.
Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
While Jupiter's next after Mars,--
And his four moons at night
Show the speed of the light;
Next golden-ringed Saturn appears,
Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
After Saturn comes Uranus far;--
And his antics so queer,
Led Astronomers near
To old Neptune, who drives the last car.
[Footnote: Other planets are as yet too little known to claim place.]