(heck, it still is mostly "Bounce!")
You're racing toward the lunar pole at nearly six grand klicks.
No question what will happen when you finally take your licks;
You're approaching very steeply, physics sees to that,
At seventy degrees you'll hit, that's the crucial stat.
You flew a special orbit, saw stuff that's really cool,
But now it's time to cash in your kinetic joules...
You're going to smash (smash flat!) quite devoid of means to slow
down.
You're going to smash (smash flat!) and we'll see what debris can be
found.
Now you'll vaporize some moon rock and a flash produce,
But mostly you'll eject what you blast loose,
As you smash (smash flat!) and finally stop rolling along.
--
Jeff
Nicely done.
And thank you -- that's the first time one of my songs (well, one I
co-wrote, but true either way) has itself been filked, and I'm quite
pleased to see that someone found it worth remembering.