The shiny beings with winged feet,
Belly buttons keeping beat,
Ah the glow of twinkle dust,
The sweet color of marshmellow and meteor rust.
Look little nimbly creatures come,
To bask in the setting suns,
They must tan their 47 buns,
All in the afterglow of planet Mung.
Oh hear the static sound of Nebula 5,
Hatched this morning from their starhive,
And in nonoseconds start to jive,
Very happy to be alive.
Now his regal highness comes,
Riding in his own space pea,
From deep beneath the electron sea,
“The Time Has Come!” He yells with glee.
All here this night because soon, yes very soon,
They’ll float away beneath Gideon’s Moon!









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