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(to the tune of Walt Whitman’s “Pioneers! O Pioneers!”)
COME, my shell-less molluscs,
Listen well in order, get your flight suits ready;
Have you your goggles? Your updated maps? Warriors! Oh warriors!
For we cannot slither here
We must soar, my larvae —we must bear the threat of windburn,
We, the sticky glutinous races, all the rest on us depend, Warriors! Oh warriors!
Oh you pilots, far-flung pilots,
So impatient, chosen well, full of aerodynamic pride,
Plain I smell you, far-flung pilots, see you flying with the foremost, Warriors! Oh warriors!
Have the Earth-bound gastropods halted?
Do they sulk and eat their fruit, jealous, stuck fast, tied to land?
We take up the task eternal, and the glory, and the helmets, Warriors! Oh warriors!
Bushy areas we leave behind;
We hurtle through a newer, mightier sky,
Fresh and strong the spatula we seize, the Utensil of Greatness and the flight, Warriors! Oh warriors!
We soldiers steady creeping
Towards the basement, under the door, into the living room,
Conquering, daring, chucked off the porch into the unknown, Warriors! Oh warriors!
We primeval fighters flapping,
We the ravens gliding, vexing we, and piercing deep the fear within;
We the double broadsword slashing, we the ninja gang attacking, Warriors! Oh warriors!
Canadian slugs are we,
From the University, from the Sacred Heritage Home and the Heavenly Kitchen,
From the human hand that flicks us into adventure we come, Warriors! Oh warriors!
Inspired by these ideas from @GroovyFrood and @PolymerMonkey:
Want to see everything I’ve created in the same place? Because you can do that!