76 TELESCOPES
Seventy-six telescopes save the Milky Way,
With 110 star wheels close at hand.
They are pointed by girls and boys.
Oh, the finest telescopists,
from high schools all across the land.
Seventy-six telescopes catch the evening stars,
With seventy-six tripods right below.
There’ll be more than a dozen Meades,
Spying galaxies,
All to say, "Wasteful light, NO! NO! NO!"
There are copper-colored telescopes
To shoot the Moon... Reflecting, refracting...
All across the sky.
Double-mirrored Dobsonians and Jup'ter's moons.
Each dim moon shining in your eye.
There be 50 mounted tele's
Charged with batteries...Refracting, reflecting...
Better than before.
Orions of ev'ry size
And Celestrons computerized,
A dark sky and brighter stars galore.
Seventy-six telescopes save the Milky Way,
While seventy-six tripods hold them sure.
Then they modestly take their place
At their one and only pace,
And they star-hop their own dark-sky tour!
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© Jack Troeger, Dark Sky Initiative. troegerj@raccoon.com