> > If Dr. Seuss wrote for Star Trek: the Next Generation...
> >
> > Picard:     Sigma Indri, that's the star,
> >             So, Data, please, how far? How far?
> >
> > Data:       Our ship can get there very fast
> >             But still the trip will last and last
> >             We'll have two days til we arrive
> >             But can the Indrans there survive?
> >
> > Picard:     LaForge, please give us factor nine.
> >
> > LaForge:    But, sir, the engines are offline!
> >
> > Picard:     Offline! But why? I want to go!
> >             Please make it so, please make it so!
> >
> > Riker:      But sir, if Geordi says we can't,
> >             We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't,
> >             The danger here is far too great!
> >
> > Picard:     But surely we must not be late!
> >
> > Troi:       I'm sensing anger and great ire.
> >
> > Computer:   Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire!
> >
> > Picard:     The ship's on fire? How could this be?
> >             Who lit the fire?
> >
> > Riker:      Not me.
> >
> > Worf:       Not me.
> >
> > Picard:     Computer, how long til we die?
> >
> > Computer:   Eight minutes left to say goodbye.
> >
> > Data:       May I suggest a course to take?
> >             We could, I think, quite safely make
> >             Extinguishers from tractor beams
> >             And stop the fire, or so it seems...
> >
> > Geordi:     Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day!
> >             Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!
> >
> > Picard:     Mr. Data, thank you much.
> >             You've saved our lives, our ship, and such.
> >
> > Troi:       We still must save the Indran planet --
> >
> > Data:       Which (by the way) is made of granite...
> >
> > Picard:     Enough, you android. Please desist.
> >             We understand -- we get your gist.
> >             But can we get our ship to go?
> >             Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so.
> >
> > Geordi:     There's sabotage among the wires
> >             And that's what started all the fires.
> >
> > Riker:      We have a saboteur? Oh, no!
> >             We need to go! We need to go!
> >
> > Troi:       We must seek out the traitor spy
> >             And lock him up and ask him why?
> >
> > Worf:       Ask him why? How sentimental.
> >             I say give him problems dental.
> >
> > Troi:       Are any Romulan ships around?
> >             Have scanners said that they've been found?
> >             Or is it Borg or some new threat
> >             We haven't even heard of yet?
> >             I sense no malice in this crew.
> >             Now what are we supposed to do?
> >
> > Crusher:    Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
> >             They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!"
> >             I can't just sit and let them die!
> >             A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try!
> >
> > Picard:     Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.
> >
> > Crusher:    They may be dead by Tuesday noon.
> >
> >
> > *COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK
> >  HOW LONG WILL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE?*
> >
> >
> > Worf:       The saboteur is in the brig.
> >             He's very strong and very big.
> >             I had my phaser set on stun --
> >             A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one!
> >             He would not budge, he would not fall,
> >             He would not stun, no, not at all!
> >             He changed into a stranger form
> >             All soft and purple, round and warm.
> >
> > Picard:     Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
> >             Did you see this creature morph?
> >
> > Worf:       I did and then I beat him fairly.
> >             Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely.
> >
> > Riker:      My commendations, Klingon friend!
> >             Our troubles now are at an end!
> >
> > Crusher:    Now let's get our ship to fly
> >             And orbit yonder Indran sky!
> >
> > Picard:     LaForge, please tell me we can go...?
> >
> > Geordi:     Yes, sir, we can.
> >
> > Picard:     Then make it so!