R.S.S. Pathfinder - A Space Shanty

Secure the hatches; heave ho. Cast the moorings. Away we go. We sail through gravity’s flow, To distant stars aglow. We sail our metal box, for country and for kin. We go to the void ocean, to places none have been. We seek no fame, gold, or name. We hunt for knowledge, so our people may remain. Beyond the known we go, off the charted path. Trusting the ship, the crew, and of course…Tara’s math. Secure the hatches; heave ho. Cast the moorings. Away we go. We sail through gravity’s flow, To distant stars aglow. Commander Maddox leads our crew. An officer through and through. Master of the ship, confident and fair. Able to stop the nonsense with a simple glare. Secure the hatches; heave ho. Cast the moorings. Away we go. We sail through gravity’s flow, To distant stars aglow. Three months trapped in this steel cage. Stuck with the big brains. Could test the patience of a sage. The furthest any have ever gone. Far off, into the Great Beyond. Secure the hatches; heave ho. Cast the moorings. Away we go. We sail through gravity’s flow, To distant stars aglow. Finally now we do arrive. Yay! We are still alive! But now our ship we must drive. And that makes all the problems begin to thrive. Tara’s got a pencil, two screens, and a coffee ring. Maddox says, “Hold steady,” while the alarms start to sing. We’re not backing off, not this far out. Hands on the rail, let the whole crew shout. Secure the hatches; heave ho. Cast the moorings. Away we go. We sail through gravity’s flow, To distant stars aglow. Secure the hatches; heave ho. Cast the moorings. Away we go. We sail through gravity’s flow, To distant stars aglow.