Boukay wandered down into the engine room. He found Lieutenant Mbo pausing briefly in the mad pounding noise.

"LIEUTENANT!" he yelled, over the noise.

The Lieutenant turned off the Betelgeusian DragonBlast music, and all that was heard was the virtually silent hum of the engines.

"Sorry, Doctor. Can I help you?"

The Green Man smiled. "A few hours ago, while you were passing by my room, you were whistling a fragment of a tune that seemed somewhat familiar to me. Checking the ships records, I was surprised to read that you are remotely connected to some 7th generation Earthlings I studied on ElDorado-Minor before that planet was destroyed by a freak asteriod shower. I was wondering if you knew anything more of the song."

Lt. Mbo had hitherto thought that the Green Man was weird, and now he knew this for sure. Song?

"Well, Lieutenant," said Boukay, all I have is a fragment of the words." He opened his fieldbook. "It was sung to me by a fine old gentleman in an elegant dining room one night. The words he remembered -- and sang to the tune you were whistling -- were:

"And I can't Disney out of my head,
No I can't Disney out of my head,
Now my old world is happily dead,
'Cos I can't Disney out of my head, no no no."

Boukay looked at him quizzically.

Lt. Mbo frowned. It was sort of like the way he remembered it, but not quite. There was something not quite right about the third line. He would have to work on it.

"Sorry, Sir. Sounds fine to me. Are you interested in old songs?"

"Oh," said Boukay, "Just a hobby of mine. Thank you, Lieutenant."And he went away.