Mars' chilly, threadbare atmosphere had quite
Exhausted John's supply of packaged air;
He shivered, gasped, and realized his plight.
His lack of oxygen had no repair.
His rocketship was miles from where he stood
Across the orange plain of desert rust.
He owned a fortune if he only could
Reach safety over Mars' dead surface crust.
His face was blue, his limbs turned numb, before
John saw the Martian with his curious hat.
He led John down beneath the red rust floor
And offered him his own respirostat.
This friendly contact was the first to be
Accepted by both races, peacefully.
Data entry by Judy Bemis
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