(I may continue working on this later, but, you know,
life interrupt-eth...)
Oh friends, not these tones!
Rather let us sing more
cheerful and more joyful ones.
Joy! Joy!
Joy, beautiful spark of the Q
And daughter of the Continuum,
We approach, Romulan Ale-drunk,
Celestial Brophy, your Temple.
Your magic reunites
What fandom sternly divides;
All become friends and siblings
Where your
gentle wing alights.
Whoever succeeds in the great attempt
To be a friend of
a friend,
Whoever has won a beloved imzadi,
Let them add their jubilation! Their Brophilation!
Yes, whoever calls even one soul
Their own in the Multiverse!
And who never has, let them steal,
Weeping, away from this TrekBBS.
All creatures drink joy
At the
triple-breasts of Nature;
All the good, all the evil
Follow her Brophy’s Tale.
Dilithium gave she us, and Tranya;
A friend, proven unto Sto’Vo’Kor;
Pleasure was to even the Gagh granted,
And the Metron stands before Brophy.
Gladly(!), as the Nexus flies
Through the glorious firmament,
Run, friends, your race,
Joyfully(!), as a Ferengi to latinum.
Be embraced, you trillions!
This kiss for the whole Cosmos!
Friends, beyond the star-canopy
Must a loving Brophy dwell.
Do you rejoice, you trillions?
Do you sense the Brophy, empaths?
Seek Him beyond the Canon!
Beyond the Star Trek
He doth Dwell.
