If Dr. Seuss wrote for Star Trek: The Next Generation...
        
           Picard:    Sigma Indri, that's the star,
                      So Data, please, how far?  How far?
        
           Data:      Our ship can get there very fast
                      But still the trip will last and last
                      We'll have two days til we arrive
                      But can the Indrans there survive?
        
           Picard:    LaForge, please give us factor nine.
        
           LaForge:   But sir, the engines are offline!
        
           Picard:    Offline:  But why?  I want to go!
                      Please make it so, please make it so!
        
           Riker:     But sir, if Geordi says we can't,
                      We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't,
                      The danger here is far too great!
        
           Picard:    But surely we must not be late!
        
           Troi:      I'm sensing anger and great ire.
        
           Computer:  Alert!  Alert!  The ship's on fire!
        
           Picard:    The ship's on fire?  How could this be?
                      Who lit the fire?
        
           Riker:     Not me.
        
           Worf:      Not me.
        
           Picard:    Computer, how long til we die?
        
           Computer:  Eight minutes left to say goodbye.
        
           Data:      May I suggest a course to take?
                      We could, I think, quite safely make
                      Extinguishers from tractor beams
                      And stop the fire, or so it seems...
        
           Geordi:    Hurray!  Hurray!  You've saved the day!
                      Again I say, Hurray!  Hurray!
        
           Picard:    Mr. Data, thank you much.
                      You've saved our lives, our ship, and such.
        
           Troi:      We still must save the Indran planet --
        
           Data:      Which (by the way) is made of granite...
        
           Picard:    Enough, you android.  Please desist.
                      We understand -- we get your gist.
                      But can we get our ship to go?
                      Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so.
        
           Geordi:    There's sabotage among the wires
                      And that's what started all the fires.
        
           Riker:     We have a saboteur?  Oh, no!
                      We need to go!  We need to go!
        
           Troi:      We must seek out the traitor spy
                      And lock him up and ask him, "Why?"
        
           Worf:      Ask him why?  How sentimental.
                      I say give him problems dental.
        
           Troi:      Are any Romulan ships around?
                      Have scanners said that they've been found?
                      Or is it Borg or some new threat
                      We haven't even heard of yet?
                      I sense no malice in this crew.
                      Now what are we supposed to do?
        
           Crusher:   Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
                      They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!"
                      I can't just sit and let them die!
                      A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try!
        
           Picard:    Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.
        
           Crusher:   They may be dead by Tuesday noon.
        
           *COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK
           HOW LONG WILL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE?*
        
           Worf:      The saboteur is in the brig.
                      He's very strong and very big.
                      I had my fazer set on stun.
                      A zzzip!  A zzzap!  Another one!
                      He would not budge, he would not fall,
                      He would not stun, no, not at all!
                      He changed into a stranger form
                      All soft and purple, round and warm.
        
           Picard:    Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
                      Did you see this creature morph?
      
           Worf:      I did and then I beat him fairly.
                      Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely.
        
           Riker:     My commendations, Klingon friend!
                      Our troubles now are at an end!
        
           Crusher:   Now let's get our ship to fly
                      And orbit yonder Indran sky!
        
           Picard:    LaForge, please tell me we can go...?
        
           Geordi:    Yes, sir, we can.
        
           Picard:    Then make it so!

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