*sniff* Wookie, I hardly knew ye!

Hmmm...a poetry competition you want, Darth Caitrin? Hmmm? Alright, you asked for it!

The Rebel Space Chantey #2

We're close to the Death Star, it hangs in the sky,
Hey ho, and blow that thing up!
Imperials don't see us as we all roar by,
Hey ho and blow that thing up!

We're a bunch of no-goods but still we win fame,
Hey ho, and blow that thing up!
Who cares if our leader can't spell his own name!
Hey ho, and blow that thing up!

And when this is over we'll have such a binge,
Hey ho, and blow that thing up!
That even old Jabba with horror would cringe,
Hey ho, and blow that thing up!