Jingle bells, those F-1 bells, jingle all five,
O what fun it is to ride on SA-503.
Jingle bells, those J-2 bells, jingle all six,
O what fun it is to ride in CM-104.

Rushing through the belts,
On a free-return trajectory,
Heading to pericynthian,
At an altitude of one hundred and thirty kilometres,
Gonna see the far side,
Photograph Tsiokolvsky,
Gonna read from Genesis as another Earthrise comes.