We were secure in the belief- that the solar system, our own fief,
Was a family of nine. Now you come to undermine
This belief, and excommunicate poor Pluto- push him out the gate!
You leave a void in my sky, now where is the science that I swore by?
The moon is no more a satellite, you say it’s a planet in it’s own right!
If logical math-science , filled with hard fact
Can be upturned, it’s very foundation hacked:
What , I wonder will become of my gods
To whom I cling against all odds?
They’re just extrapolated from my mind,
But maybe that’s why
They’ll forever shine in my sky!