Poor little Pluto! Scientists say he’s
Only an ice ball out beyond Neptune—
Never a planet, it seems, after all.
That’s what they say, those stubborn starwatchers:
“A planet must orbit alone in space;
Its neighborhood must be a quiet place.”
Not socialite Pluto! Scientists found
Too many partyboys rockin’ his hood.
They promptly evicted him; now he’s gone
And his hood is a lost memory. He
Just wanders, homeless, never again to
Know the warmth of… well, he never knew warmth,
But that’s not the point. It wasn’t his fault.
Blame Eris, that backstabbing gate-crasher!
The goddess of strife he didn’t invite
Made such a ruckus, she ruined it all.
Without that mistake, our poor old Pluto
Might still be rockin’ as Planet Oh-Nine.