Little moss piglet, oh what if you knew,
The marvelous things, only you can do.
But instead you just lay there, robed in your moss.
If you were bigger, the world would be lost.
So little piglet, stay wrapped in your moss,
For all should want for that power of yours.

You may be able to survive the void,
Where at most you’d be mildly annoyed.
Herein I speak only of dream --
Of a world where the piglet ran free.

The water bear journeys far and long,
To the tune of the tardigrade song,
“We travel for long, to the edge of space,
Not flame nor sea may stop our pace.
We walk till the night breaks into day,
And once we are there, we’ll stay.”

But it’s only a dream of what could be,
If the tardigrade had altered destiny.
Of course the tardigrade has its own retorts,
“Why go for stars, when you live in moss”
For that I believe the world is at a loss,
For so many could touch the heavens,
If they just stopped living in moss.