The Wreck of the Alternate Voyager

The legend lives on from Borg Space on down
In the big void they call 'Delta Quadrant'
And space, it is said, never gives up its dead
When the warp drive it leaks radiation

With a deuterium crew from a silver-blood stew
The new Alternate Voy'ger was Earth-bound
That good ship and crew would turn back into goo
When the new drive it leaked radiation

The ship was the pride of the Demon-class side
Though their homeworld they'd all but forgotten
And as fake starships go, it flew longer than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned

A wedding they'd had and the cook seemed so glad
Throwing rice for faux Tom and B'Elanna
And later that night when the Jeffries tube swam
Could it be radiation was leaking?

Fake Tom how he cried when he saw his new bride
Start to melt along with Engineering
And every man knew, as the Captain did too,
That the new drive it leaked radiation

The Captain was fey - she would not turn astray
Though Sickbay o'erflowed with the melting
When Chakotay died too, her Earth-quest she did rue
And set course for their true Y-class homeworld

When suppertime came, the cook came on deck saying
"Seven, it's too rough to feed you."
At seven p.m. the main bulkheads did swim, he said
"Harry, it's been good to know you."

Captain Harry hailed them, he had space coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
But before Voyager had got anywhere near
Came the wreck of the Alternate Voyager.

Does any one know where a Demon-soul goes
When it's no longer bio-mimetic?
The real crew all say they could have saved the day
But for those five million kilometers.

"They might have split up or have deionized;
They may have broke down and leaked vacuum."
All that's in range are the silv'ry remains
Of the wreck of the Alternate Voyager.

Klaxon bells ring and the Borg they do sing
In the vastness that's called Delta Quadrant
Ten thousand ships fly through the void of the sky
And the slow are sliced up by Hirogen

The vacuum of space is a cold lonely place
And a fool's grave awaits the forgetful
If your ship's made of goo be sure not to use
That new warp drive that leaks radiation

On the real ship that day only Chakotay prayed
For the unknown dead sailors behind them
No church bell did chime for a ship of the line,
For the souls on the Alternate Voyager

The legend lives on from Borg Space on down
In the big void they call 'Delta Quadrant'
And space, it is said, never gives up its dead
When the warp drive it leaks radiation