They spilled the stars of the milky way,
Staining night's black cloth;
Who would've thought that such a substance
Was such a brilliant broth?
So suns were sliced to nebulae,
And comets added flavor.
Mouths watering, the gods so surely
Knew they'd made something to savor.
The planets stirred, the earth grown ripe,
No longer mindless goop,
Who would've ever thought to make
This atmospheric soup?
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