The few, the very proud,
The robust and sometimes loud
Were gathered theretofore
All to honor, the mighty core.
Hasselhoff, just off his plane
Phoenix, living up to his name.
Hall Pass, never last
And Doe: Must we do mo?
Rocket, always a flyin’
In the distance…I’m not lyin’
That … only…. leaves … our Q
Almost a dyin’
T’was fun, if not exhausting
All a-panting, heads a reeling.
The Thang, it was unremarkable
Thank god the Pax, found it tolerable.
But all loyal, and of great heart
Still a standing, proud of their part.
Checking their watches….Do they want more?
All there to honor, the mighty CORE.