Earth's orbit, year 2029. An extraterrestrial pilot is informing his superiors about the first contact with humans
A planet with bipedal life forms teems,
Their lives depend on an paper, it seems.
Which in their possession, they keep,
Except at the times when they're asleep.
As soon as they begin to rove around,
They emit a strange electronic sound.
To their ear opening they will press,
With speaking sounds began to address.
Though it might seem rather odd,
It may be how they worship their god.
They talk a bit and then there’s a break,
Perhaps from their god instructions they take.
The signal, this lifeforms don't need to wait,
But communication can also initiate.
They push numbers and press Send;
Once more, their worship may begin.
This planet with intelligence so low,
Is no place that our race should go.
To come here, no knowledge can bring;
From them we cannot learn a thing.
A planet with bipedal life forms teems,
Their lives depend on an paper, it seems.
Which in their possession, they keep,
Except at the times when they're asleep.
As soon as they begin to rove around,
They emit a strange electronic sound.
To their ear opening they will press,
With speaking sounds began to address.
Though it might seem rather odd,
It may be how they worship their god.
They talk a bit and then there’s a break,
Perhaps from their god instructions they take.
The signal, this lifeforms don't need to wait,
But communication can also initiate.
They push numbers and press Send;
Once more, their worship may begin.
This planet with intelligence so low,
Is no place that our race should go.
To come here, no knowledge can bring;
From them we cannot learn a thing.
