A food, an instrument, a planet, a race,
They have the same name,
You know that (of course), but just in case,
Let me explain it again frame by frame…
He was born interracial, slightly a bit mixed,
His mother one of us, his father one of them,
His schooling was fine, his future was fixed,
But when he said “NO”, you could hear an “AHEM!”
“I’ll do something else, I’ll go by myself,
Don’t worry, father, it’s logically planned.
Even though I look like I’m half elf,
Remember, I’m also half man.
“I’ll go to the stars, I’ll go off into space
I’ll do it too, just wait and see.”
He said this with a stone still face.
“This dear father is what’s right for me.”
“I’ll join that famous Star Fleet
I’ll work hard and true
I’ll have a Science Officer’s seat
This is a job held by a few.”
Said his father feeling the heat:
“Who’ll give the education to you?”
“I’ll go to the academy, I’ll study real hard
And I’ll make it pay
The galaxy ‘ll be my doorstep, the universe my yard
You’ll be proud some day.”
“Proud is a human emotion that I cannot do.”
Said the father to his son
“I know this true, someday you will too,
Now please quit this silly pun.”
But alas he couldn’t, so he did go
And studied, and learned, and learned some more
And his capabilities to his tutors did show
Till the greatest position came to his door
First Officer on the Starship Enterprise
Commanded (now by Kirk but then) by Pike
His strange appearance did open some eyes
But paid them no attention, for “Humans are all alike.”
His best friend Kirk, his second McCoy
They have great adventures, they Trek from Star to star
They also quibble like little bitty boys
And his only trouble is (usely) Ponn Farr
A food, an instrument, a planet, a race,
They are all titled the same
You know who it is in this case
YES! Logically, SPOCK is his name.