(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 till we arrive.
But can the Indrans there survive?
Picard: LaForge, please, warp-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 can this be?
Who lit the fire?
Riker: Not me.
Worf: Not me.
Picard: Computer, how long till 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,
to 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 we 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 to try!
Picard: Doctor, please, we'll be 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, can we go…?
Geordi: Yes, sir, we can.
Picard: Then make it so!
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