So--hurtling 'round the Sun
On the perihelion run
Through the asteroids from Jupiter to Mars,
You may chance to see a light
In the everlasting night,
An unwinking beacon, sister to the stars.
And then, if you are not
A lousy _rankey-pot_,
With the instincts of the back end of a horse,
You'll stand a moment, mute,
Arm raised in full salute
To Blaster Bill--who held 'er to 'er course.
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[Footnote 1: _rankey-pot_--Earthlubber; from the Venusian "_renqui-pth_"]
[Footnote 2: _globaar_--shiftless person; Ionian term of reproach]