Mars Maven
NASA's Mechanical Raven
Dispatched to the Red Planet Mars.
She puttered, persistent,
The engineers insistent,
She make it to study the Sky,
What's left of the air,
That was likely there,
Did it blow off in the Void?
Did it get knocked off by a 'Roid?
Or did our forefathers spoil
Mars' red soil,
And frack all the wells for
Some oil?
When that planet lost
Atmosphere, and water froze up,
Earthbound were the settlers,
Leaving one question
No this doesn't rhyme...
Have we learned?
