Hidden spaceship locker rooms
Contain a thing of vilest doom
Restrained by drugged fumes
And the anvil of the empire
Lo, cabin pressure fell
They lost a piece of the hull
An attack was fully on them
And the creature escaped boredom
They beat the foe but not the fiend
Who tore their ship to smithereens
In spacesuits they are gathering
To deal with a raging problem
And with the final weapon blast
A head was crudely tempest tossed
And then the engines fired at last
To take the creature onward