Land Ahoy
Land ahoy there, ahoy, and a whoop-de-do
By Jove, I've discovered a new planet or two
That passing asteroid shower really empowered
My imagination, more vivid by the hour...
They call me 'old-timer,' 'cos I wear a bow-tie
Smoke a pipe in plush slippers, eat sauerkraut on rye
But I'll show my flight crew a trick, one-three-four
Ha, ha: Now they're locked out of the space capsule's door
So down I go on my own to Planets X, Y and Z
I'll be busy with measurements as a buzzing bee
While they're stuck in the rocket, no doubt fuming mad
At all the recognition that's mine that they wish that they had
Ah yes, Mr. President, Sir. I know what I've found will cause a grand stir
But please give a nod to those lads in the rocket
And greet them back on Earth, if they can figure out how to dock it
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