The Mars Rover

 Well he roved out around about

The red hills and the mounds

And he Roved into tunnels

That led to caves underground

And inside every crater a martian he espied

And the next time he looked like rabbits they'd multiplied

But he could not catch one, though with his hook he tried

And like a martian fisherman, he cast his net far and wide

Yes they call him the Mars Rover, as he roves round and round

And he can look in every nook 

And Cranny that he found

But there be some hill which he cannot face to climb

And there be some cliff tops from which he cannot

face to look down

Yes they call him the Mars Rover

As he Roves round and around

And if you bend over

You might think him Earthward bound

But this is his home now

For the next six hundred years

Or however long it takes us all

To step foot with eyes, nose and ears

For then when we might look

For ourselves at the tresures he's found

And not just on TV screens

With it's surround sound