In the vast expanse of cosmic grace,
Where planets dance in celestial embrace,
A tale unfolds of a celestial friend,
Poor poor Pluto, whose journey did bend.
Once a planet, proud and bright,
In the tapestry of the starry night,
A tiny orb in the cosmic sea,
Poor poor Pluto, once free.
Oh poor poor Pluto, who is too small,
In the great cosmic ballet, a minor call.
A distant world in the solar dance,
An icy realm where shadows enhance.
Through the Kuiper Belt, Pluto soars,
A dwarf planet now, forevermore.
No longer counted among the grand,
Yet in our hearts, it finds its stand.
Oh poor poor Pluto, who was a planet,
Now just a memory, we can't forget.
Though demoted from its planetary lore,
In our cosmic history, it shines once more.
In the twilight of the cosmic lore,
Poor poor Pluto, we adore.
A symbol of change in the cosmic tide,
In the universe's dance, where fates coincide.
