On Earth As In Heaven, Thy Song Be Sung

To the people of the world, and especially those who are surviving in Ukraine,
here’s a song to brighten up your sky, and counteract the gravity of each day:

YELLOW SPACE STATION*

In the school where I was trained

Lived a horde of Russian bots

But they sold their chips ‘n brains

In the land of cosmonauts

So we flew right past the Sun

‘Till we found the capsule locks

And we lived beneath the moon

With a bunch of cowboy boots

We all live on a yellow space station,

Yellow space station, yellow space station

And our Ukes (no nukes) are all aboard

Many more of them are on the way

And planet earth begins to sway

In our fellowship of blue and gray

We all live on a yellow space station

Yellow space station, yellow space station

[Sick of Putin, comrade, sick of Putin

Sick is the word for him, Sergey

Drop your pants, Oleg, open your fly . . . ]

We all live on a Yellow Space Station,

Yellow Space Station, Yellow Space Station

We all live on a Yellow Space Station,

Live and die on a Yellow Space Station . . .

*Cf. John Lennon and Paul McCartney,
“Yellow Submarine” (Revolver, 1966).
All copycat rights remain inclusive.

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Signed: Dennis Rohatyn