As I behold the heavens on a clear and star-lit night,
My mind moves into hyper-drive, my fancy takes to flight.
The earth shrinks to a speck, then disappears, left far behind.
Beyond the solar system’s outer reaches, soon I find
Andromeda, our near galactic neighbour looming fast.
I’ll not stop there, I’ve done the place to death these three nights past.
Delightful when it’s sights were new, it’s now become a bore.
It’s time to boldly go where mind has never gone before.
The star-ship Fancy, under my command, will set to rest
Fierce arguments concerning which hypothesis is best.
I’ll view from close-up quasars, binary stars, and those gas streams
So fast and light-years long. I’ll check on any spot that seems
A likely black hole and, should it’s massive gravitation
Try to suck me in, my stronger-still imagination
Will resist. When back, I’ll let all know the true position,
Win fame, a Nobel Prize. Some may brand it supposition
But who cares? They’ll be narked because it wasn’t them but I
Who conquered space and pioneered this safer was to fly
Yet while capricious mind to astra flight gives birth
No-nonnsence feet keep firmly rooted deep in mother earth.