On a planet far beyond the galaxy Milky Way,
A dance like the bossa nova is done every day,
By numerous aliens around that far, exotic world,
The skies over which rainbow colors are swirled!
For a supernova dominates those extraneous skies,
Visible at late afternoon, but not at double sunrise.
When moonlight comes, they put dancing shoes on,
But, the bossa nova dance seems to be the only one.
The wild, colorful, nightlife could blow you away!
Those jazzy aliens can dance from now 'til doomsday.
And when it rains, up blossom deep purple flowers,
That release their scents for the many restful hours.