John Carson

One day I was in the airport reading a space magazine.
Then I met a special person, he sat down right next to me.
He said his name was John Carson, and I asked how old was he.
John said he was nine years old and then he saw my magazine.
He said, "Do you like space? Because I really do."
I said, "Yes I like space. I really like it too.
And then he looked me in the eye, and what he said was all too wise.

He said, "In 2011 I'll be 20, and I will be an astronaut.
Between now and then I must learn plenty. I want to be the first on Mars.
In 2011 I will land on Mars. The very first human to venture out so far.
And I will not be scared, 'cause I will be prepared."

John Carson, I sure hope that you know something that I don't.
We'll need a fearless president and you're not old enough to vote.
It's been 30 years since we've sent humans to the Moon.
And there's no glaring evidence that Mars is coming soon.
In 2011 we may not be so wise. Even the spacers are not all allies.
So you may not get to go. But please don't lose your hope.

John Carson looked at me, determined were his eyes.
After what he told me I'm convinced that he will fly.
He said, "In 2011 we'll finally show our grace.
There is no question I'll venture out to space.
And I will pave the way for the children of my day."

Well, I've just heard a mouthful from this special little boy.
John Carson set me straight and filled my heart with joy.
They'll pack him in a tuna can and send him off to Mars.
And one by one we'll follow him and reach out for the stars.
In 2011 John will seize the day. He'll be landing on the Martian plain.
And now I'm filled with hope, all from a nine year old.

I've met a future Martian. His name is John Carson.