If Dr. Seuss Wrote for Star Trek


Picard:
Sigma Indri, that's the star.
So, Data, 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 give us factor nine.

LaForge:
But sir, the engines are offline!

Picard:
Offline! But why? I want to go!
Please make is 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 to 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 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,
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
that we haven't 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!