I'm not very good at singing songs, but here is a try.      If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch   You must first invent the universe      Space is filled with a network of wormholes   You might emerge somewhere else in space   Some when-else in time      The sky calls to us   If we do not destroy ourselves   We will one day venture to the stars      A still more glorious dawn awaits   Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise   A morning filled with 400 billion suns   The rising of the Milky Way      The cosmos is full beyond measure of elegant truths   Of exquisite interrelationships    Of the awesome machinery of nature      I believe our future depends powerfully    On how well we understand this cosmos   In which we float like a mote of dust   In the morning sky      But the brain does much more than just recollect   It inter-compares, it synthesizes, it analyzes    it generates abstractions      The simplest thought like the concept of the number one    Has an elaborate logical underpinning   The brain has its own language   For testing the structure and consistency of the world      A still more glorious dawn awaits   Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise   A morning filled with 400 billion suns   The rising of the Milky Way      The sky calls to us   If we do not destroy ourselves   We will one day venture to the stars      For thousands of years   People have wondered about the universe   Did it stretch out forever   Or was there a limit      From the Big Bang to black holes   From dark matter to a possible big crunch   Our image of the universe today   Is full of strange sounding ideas      How lucky we are to live in this time   The first moment in human history    When we are in fact visiting other worlds      A still more glorious dawn awaits   Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise   A morning filled with 400 billion suns   The rising of the Milky Way      A still more glorious dawn awaits   Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise   A morning filled with 400 billion suns   The rising of the Milky Way      The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean   Recently we've waded a little way out   And the water seems inviting