Some with rocks and People red, Some that fill our hearts with dread. But none we've seen are as strange and weird As the World that was called Old Solomon's Beard: It was a black World as seen from Space; An eerie and a frightening place; That hovered in the sky of night Without reflecting any light.
Twas Cold! Twas Cold! Twas BITTER Cold! And the rocks were black, and glum and old. Death hung heavy in the air. Even Angels fled from there! Yet one Man's courage, one Man's might Tried to tame that awesome sight
And turn it to a Livable Place Like a million other Worlds in Space. His name was not a Hero's name: Not the type to bring him fame. No one liked him enough to care Or even enough to bring him air. Why he picked this particular place Is unknown, but his name was Parr.
Chester Parr; a skinny Man, A hundred pounds dipped in wet sand And not a pound of it was fat. We've those who would have sworn to that. They dropped him off on Solomon's Beard, And left him though his life they feared. Yet he was stubborn to his task They reason why, they did not ask. Was 'cause he WASN'T Hero's stuff For others good Worlds were enough To us this thing might seem quite weird. But Chester PITIED Solomon's Beard!
He cleaved the rocks and made some air Mixing atoms with great care. He cleaved some more and made some soil Powering it with World-found oil. He worked so hard he made her green! The prettiest sight you've ever seen. A world of Water, Plants and Air Not Solomon's Beard but Sheba's Hair! Remember my friend when scanning Worlds Some are Diamonds, some are Pearls.
Diamonds need but to be found Lying obvious on the ground. These just need the common way. Then Colonists can come and stay. But Pearls do need a different art. Not Heroes but a Feeling Heart.