From a planet, to a dwarf, to none. Guess I have always been made the pun. Seen as a lonely mass floating in space, trying to shield on Neptune's base,
wish I knew that standing at the back of the line
comes with a higher chance of missing the wine.
The 8 giants before me,
already trap the rays that fall on me.
The mortals that found me, cannot reach a consensus to categorize me.
Oh, look at big ol' Jupiter! Strong, fast, its perfection makes me stutter.
Am I not unlucky? Unfavored by both nature and man.
And don't look at my pale blue
and think that I have a flu
I'm crying I'm hurting
I crave the glitz found in Uranus
and the life found in Mother Earth.
I crave to be noticed...
Pluto is crying, And so am I.