Monday, March 18, 2013

Rover's Lament

All day I face the Martian waste without the taste of water;
cool, clear water.
At JPL the jerks at work sip Evian: I die for water;
cool water.

The nights are cold and I've been told each star's a pool of water,
cool water.
But with the dawn I'll switch back on and MastCamBate for water,
cool water.

Keep an infra-scan, Curiosity's the plan, you're a robot not a man
and the iron rocks can stand for water
cool clear water.
MRO, can't you see that big green tree where the water's runnin' free
and it's waiting there for ...
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