With tear-bright eyes they watch the rocket go.

All hail the hero in the silver craft!

Baptised Kon-Tiki, like the ancient raft

Adrift among the stars, bathed in their glow

A lifeless, cold, and inhumane tableau.

Out further now than man has ever been -

The pilot drops his Playboy magazine

Stares at the planets spinning by below.

But suddenly, a blip appears on screen,

Curves up, grows large, a UFO draws nigh.

A flashing light, a hailing frequency

A voice with rough translation by machine:

No ifs or buts, step out, I want your key.

Your species isn't registered to fly.