I think that I shall never see
A thing as lovely as a pea

A pea whose shell is green and bright
Having withstood the years of flight

A pea without flavor dried away
Despite sitting in the cargo bay

A pea that’s sturdy, firm and round
In which some vit’mins are still found

Piled en masse on my plate
Having cleared the take-off weight

Such dreams from only fools like me
Why can’t NASA make a pea?