Noot noot and I scoot on my two small feet,

Out the door, on deck, where my whole crew meets,

I stand in salute with the small’st of noots,

While straightening out my space leather suit.

I scoot around to make sure all’s in check,

To make sure we don’t have another space wreck.

Last that happened it wasn’t so fun,

Just because we steered too close to the sun.

On the horizon, what’s this I see?

A shiply metal coming close to me.

I’ll ready my crew, and the laser blast,

To make this battle nice, easy and fast.

I pull out my gun and put on my gear,

Put my wings in the air, give a small cheer,

“Noots, the enemy’s here, it’s time to fight

With our greatest–

Oops, got too close to the black hole.