THE ROSETTA MISSION
We’ve launched a deep-space probe into the void
And landed it upon an asteroid
Then anchored it to that small sailing rock
Where it can start its mission: taking stock
Of things in the vicinity of Mars,
Getting a different view of distant stars,
And warning us perhaps of coming danger—
A solitary scout, like the Lone Ranger.
But wait, I’ve got it wrong. Now I recall:
Our target was a comet, after all,
Not asteroid, the kind that has a tail
And leaves behind a grand illustrious trail.
No matter which, this project we’ve designed
Confirms the marvel of the human mind.