A burst of tachyons signals another wave of
You gotta marvel, I mean, how cool is that,
But, we're working on that ourselves,
I think the Chinese are too;
Our guys in New Mexico
Sent a ground squirrel back a week
And it survived,
It lived almost the whole week, anyway,
So we're almost there, which I suppose is why
Now of all times, in the history of time,
They come, because next year might be too late.
We'd be all over time,
And kick their trans-temporal heinies
Back to the middle of next week.
But they caught us pants down;
We know just enough to know
That they're slipping thru time like
A knife thru butter;
Their temporal wake really takes me back..
They ignore everything we have in orbit,
And they're jamming communications anyway,
Nuclear missiles won't launch,
Our fighters can't catch them,
They seem to know exactly what we're going to do,
They know our strengths and weaknesses,
And now they emerge from the flagship,
(all Buck Rogersy and very cool),
And, duh, of course they know,
They are our own children after all.