Ballad to the Men of Serenity

Dedicated to the men of the Firefly we love!

(Note: I might have been slightly ill and high on cough syrup when I wrote this!)

Cap's name is Mal,

He's a grand old pal,

I'd be his gal,

On the Serenity.

It's a hunk of junk,

With lots of bunks,

And lots of hunks,

It's the Serenity.

His name is Jayne,

And he's a pain,

Leaves lots of stains,

On the Serenity.

It's a hunk of junk,

With lots of bunks,

And lots of hunks,

It's the Serenity.

His name is Wash,

He's not real posh,

But ohhhhh myyyyy gosh,

It's the Serenity.

It's a hunk of junk,

With lots of bunks,

And lots of hunks,

It's the Serenity.

His name's Simon,

He's not real fun,

But he's got nice guns,

On the Serenity.

It's a hunk of junk,

With lots of bunks,

And lots of hunks,

It's the Serenity.

His name is Book,

He's got that look,

And he can cook,

On the Serenity.

It's a hunk of junk,

With lots of bunks,

And lots of hunks,

It's the Serenity.

It can fly,

It's got hot guys,

It's kind of nice,

It's the Serenity.

Meredith L. Reid

September 28, 2005