Schiaparelli Crater

by Justin Albatross Cooper

♪ Come all you tired farmers

Who should grow free from care

Who thought you'd purchase passage

To a world both red and fair

Gather 'round and listen

To the tale of my travail

And never sign with Earthlings

And of Schiaparelli lands beware

Oh when we sailed from Earth and home

To the ports on Luna where

We searched for work at Copernicus

Or any other Mare

But they shut the door upon the poor

And once again we were driven away

By all the Earthlings there

We made our way to Phobos

At the town of Stickney there

Was nought to do but drink and curse

For soon we were aware

Not a thing will grow on dark moon glow

Without a breath of air

And broke, a man said sign with me

And you'll sail without a fare 

Oh trust me sons and daughters

There was an Earthling there

We indentured ourselves all to him

This barbarous billionaire

We're lashed along, starved if wrong

They rank us up like robots

As we choke upon the dust in Schiaparelli air

At times when I am sleeping

And my dreams break through despair

I'm with my sweet in some wonderful place

I hope exists somewhere

Now you've listened along so heed my song

And never sign with Earthlings

And of Schiaparelli land beware ♪