Worlds in Song

They give to us elegant song.

In deep space, the fires of time burn bright.
From space, the eyes of time remain aglow.
And we are worlds that feel the gravity
that tugs many a moon to make them go,
because in space there is no paucity
of the nuclei from the cosmic throe.
So with a hark of Martian harmony
in a whirlwind of ancient comet-dust,
and a reverberating symphony
from Saturnian rings spinning full thrust,
we voice star-filled hope in Milky Way throng
together through time, for this is our song:

    We call it planet party,
    we orbit ‘round the sun;
    we are the orbs of glory,
    God bless us everyone.
    We watch the starlight glitter
    like diamonds deep in space;
    and though some worlds are bitter,
    we love the human race.

    We’re celebrating planets
    with balloon-like atmosphere;
    we shun the ultraviolet,
    but let the love-light near.
    We’re celebrating people,
    all shape or race or creed;
    we’re glad when you reach for us,
    but we cry when you bleed.

    From Mercury or Venus,
    o’er Neptune or the moon,
    the force of love still binds us,
    we orbit with this tune.
    And so in planet party,
    as Jupiter spots mirth,
    our wish sincere and hearty:

    peace for the planet Earth.

In elegant path we forever sing,
a ballad rich to even heaven’s ears;
celestial song--the notes we shall bring
and give to you this music of the spheres.