The intelligent Lepidoptera of Alpha Centauri
Could not ignore the Christian story
“Maybe Christ was a chrysalis and, just like us
You’re all supposed to be butterflies. Why all the fuss?”
A priest who told them how Jesus saves
Was the first of his kind to go to his grave
Nailed to a tree, he did not survive
And, though they all waited, he did not revive
His grub-like body remained earth-bound
No butterfly rose from the blood-soaked ground
No moth-like wings and no angel appeared
They waited three days by the corpse revered
“Maybe” they said “ we got it all wrong.
Perhaps plus the prayers you people need song"
So they gathered their folk from all over their world
Even the young, with their wings just unfurled
They sat and they sung as they nailed up the next
In fact they nailed up three, as they kept to the text.
"So much better for you, once you can fly"
Said the leader of moths "You won't really die."
The rest of the team fled back to their ship
But the moths got there first, they were ever so quick
They spread their wings over the entire pod
"Please do not go. We know you're our God"
The translating computers tried very hard
But the space trip was flawed and the journey ill-starred
The spacemen replied "We know you are liable
To misunderstand that Gideon Bible.
We don't all believe in that particular creed
We are an earth-bound race of the human seed
We are leaving you now and I doubt we’ll return”
And off went the ship with a mighty big burn
But some Lepidoptera stowed away
And that ship will come back here some fateful day…..