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 til 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 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 could this be?
                 Who lit the fire?


     Riker:      Not me.


     Worf:       Not me.


     Picard:     Computer, how long til 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
                 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 -- MUST try!


     Picard:     Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.


     Crusher:    They may be dead by Tuesday noon.

                        

     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!