The Three Little Lamurens From Adagio

The Three Little Lamurens From Adagio
                        by Breezylass

The three little Lamurens from Adagio
Were known to be true and most kind.
They swam and they danced the Palagio
And have, since time out of mind.
They did handsprings on Saturn and Zanzicote
On Extan, and Wellton, and Gore,
They improvised songs in the wild billibongs,
Where folks just kept begging for more!

Well, they hit the near shores and the most closest hills
On this young little planet called "Earth"
Where they put on their frills, to give 'em all thrills
Send them hawing and heeing in mirth.
But -- when they climbed down their ramp, it was still rather damp
And the people who gathered were glum.
Plus, the light of their lamp made the Earthlings all stamp,
And they found themselves stricken quite dumb.

"Oh, look!" yelled one Earthling, in not a good tone,
"Those are critters from far out in space!"
And the roundest one cried, "They'll taste scrumptiously fried!"
Let's cook up at least that first brace!
So, they made a quick snatch at the taller two's thatch,
But they missed -- as you'd know would be true!
For the Lamurens, well-bred, simply upped then, and fled,
To the height of the planet's deep blue.

There they sat for awhile, and then said with a smile,
It is clear we are early, not late.
There's no need to defile, they are too infantile,
We'll be back -- but for now, let them wait.
And perhaps they will grow -- you never quite know,
'Till you give folks a good fighting chance.
But its possibly true -- and, let's hold to that view --
In a while they may well learn to dance.

Not only to dance but to juggle and sing,
To make merry, and to paint, and to seed,
Its all happenstance, true, but let's hold to that view --
No telling, then, where that could lead.
The next time we come we may find that the sum
Of their good will has grown more intense;
With much joy and great pride they might whisk us inside
With a pleasure that's clearly immense!                                                           

In the meantime let's head, for some sweet place, instead,
Where compassion's the norm, and bon homme,
When all has been said, note that Adagio's ahead,
So... perhaps it is time to go Home...?
Off they warped toward the right, and were soon out of sight
Of this marble of blue where we wait --
But its plain to be seen that they know what they mean:
For Captains -- we all are -- of our fate!