A second lander hit the turf
It didn’t make the cut
The third would get a redesign
But still the case ain’t shut
They’re stranded in their separate pods
A dozen miles apart
A plane can get them to the spot
So long as engines start
But signal’s what I need to talk
To get the plane to move
And relays move around the sun
To cut off data groove
That skips the whole accursed plane
Which needed docking too
It took more time to get it set
Than all the other woo
I sent one relay to assist
But that did not succeed
So seven more are on the way
When RAM will start to read