[Intro]
Beep-boop, stars align, the scene is tense.
[Verse]
Clumsy astronaut, visor fogged with a grin,
Swaps the fuel can for a pickle jar, brine all in,
Descent begins, a pickle-powered spin.
[Verse 2]
Mission Control mutters, "ETA?", doubts in his voice,
He winks, "Brine-powered flight, the plan's a spicy choice.",
Capsule shudders, pickle juice trails float through void.
[Chorus]
It's a pickle-powered descent, trust the plan
Brine fuels the thrusters, rolling toward the land
Earth grows closer as the control room counts down
[Chorus]
It's a pickle-powered descent, trust the plan
Brine fuels the thrusters, rolling toward the land
Earth grows closer as the control room counts down
[Bridge]
Hold steady, team, the brine is in control
"Mission accomplished," he says with a salty soul.
[Outro]
Touchdown on Earth, jars cheer as the stars give a nod.
