The evening report Pressure's all fine The load’s well balanced All systems aligned In the astral sea A drifting lone spark Tardigrade’s sleeping In slumber so dark Slowly, slowly Through the endless space A lost little traveler Wanders in grace The tardy drifter In a dream half-forgotten Softly floating To skies unknown, begotten In harsh conditions The journey is tough The cold is biting Radiation is rough Though fate is daunting The suit holds strong The path is so lengthy But dreams move along Softly, softly In the open skies A lonely traveler Through the stars flies Tardigrade In a sleep half-remembered Dreaming gently Of planets yet rendered It dreams of the seas With ammonites swaying Of fires in caves Where the ancients are staying Of scholars debating What histories say And hears this song As your speakers play