Diet cuts through Sail’s rubbish: What does Moon Maid desire?
His cigar flares and smolders; Smith suspects Sail is a liar.
Sail feigns warm benevolence: reunite Mysta with Father and Mother.
He mimics a doctor’s compassion, yet Smith suspects another
Reason for wishing to take flight in the Space Coupe of renown
Is Sail a scheming charlatan, a phony, a quack, a clown?
For Mysta she has family living right here on Earth
They never have forgotten her courage, grace, warmth and worth.
Sail has overplayed his hand, “Let her family think her dead.”
Smith has a nose for nonsense, thus now he’s seeing red
Diet knows something Sail can’t know: Moon Valley is now deserted
Shall Tracy learn of Sail’s request so this scheme may be averted?