The Yew Tree

Farewell to Vlafarg’s old space port,
Goodbye familiar green skies
I am bound for Aldebaran IV,
when this old space-hulk flies.
 

So fare thee well, my symbiotes!
When I return united we will be!
It's not the leaving of Betelgueuse that grieves me
but my podlings, when I think of thee.
 
I am shipped on a solar sailing ship
The Asimov is her name.
And F’urgl is the captain of her,
and they say that she's a rusting shame.
 
So fare thee well, my symbiotes!
When I return united we will be!
It's not the leaving of Betelgueuse that grieves me
but my podlings, when I think of thee.
 
Now the solar wind it fills the sails,
and I wish I could remain,
for I know it will be a long, long time
before I see you again.
 
So fare thee well, my symbiotes!
When I return united we will be!
It's not the leaving of Betelgueuse that grieves me
but my podlings, when I think of thee.

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