This flight tonight

In the methane blue

Of Neptune’s stew

I wildly whip my wind lasso

A-hunting for the dragon of the Cloud

Through icy fleece

I stalk the beast

A thousand miles an hour at least

Beneath this sapphire atmospheric shroud

I’m born of wind

And thickly skinned

With Neptune’s swirling vortex twinned

I hurry hard and bellow out aloud

To catch him fast

And so at last

Undo his necromancy past

And join again the nation of the proud

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