The journey of the voyager
soon brings us to the brink.
A world composed of cloudy gas,
as smelly as you’d think.

The gentle rings of Uranus;
rejoice! The halos cry.
The icy giant opens up
to welcome pasersby.

No time to rest for passengers,
we really must be off.
We bid farewell and journey on,
suppressing violent cough.

– J.S.Worth