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No minimization of imagination fertilization here...Grin, SpLaSH! and swim.

 

 Climb on, sit down, wrap a whisker 'round your wrist.

It's time we swim out to my home ground of Tethys.

I'm warning you now, you'll be a bit breathless

and keep your hands and feet down when you feel weightlessness.

 

 Once past the Moon, we'll break for a bubble...

some plasma fondue and some space fish egg rubble.

I'll fill up on stardust and check for fin trouble

then double our hustle to check in on the Hubble.

 

 With Mars whipping past, there's a big spotted gas stack.

Jumping Jupiter fast, then we see Saturn's racetrack.

If I engage landing gear, we may all land intact

but, I'm staying here and don't know how you'll get back.

 

 

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