You wonder why I'm red. It's RAGE, you fools!
Engage your brains (such small things though they be)
and ponder, if I came to you with tools
to prod and poke, would you spin peacefully?
YE GODS! Since winter nineteen seventy-one
I've tolerated landings on my arse
and all your rampant rovings; aren't you done?
For how much longer must I bear this farce?
Well, keep this up, perhaps I'll come to you!
A million Martians summoned to explore
your troughs and pathways, all that green and blue
and then you'll know why I want this no more!
So, you've been warned. Now get out of my sight
or know in full the force of Martian might!
