OK, final version. To the tune of "39" by Brian May of Queen and of astronomy, from the album "The Night at the Opera".
Somehow it seems to have become a lot sadder than the first version. But hey, we want to keep Galaxy Zoo going for an infinite amount of time, don't we?
(By the way, it's an excellent tune to classify galaxies to . . .)
In the year of 07 assembled here the volunteers
In the days when galaxies were many
Here the screen zoomed out into the cold and starry skies
The sweetest sights ever seen.
And night followed day
And the zookeepers all say
80,000 brave souls classified
For many a happy day clicked the mouse and talked away
Ne'er looked up, never feared, never cried.
Yes, we heard your call, though we’re many miles away
Through websites and talk, from you
All the stars across the sky, mysteries to satisfy
In the land of our Galaxy Zoo.
In the year of 07 came in some news to make us blue
All million done 20 times, they can say
So there’s no more left to do at our dear, beloved Zoo
Thus our hearts all heavily weigh.
But we all still want to play, classify come what may
So, dear Team, that cannot be!
Lots of us will still be here, to see the stars year after year
On the site where astronomers grew.
Don’t you hear our call, zookeepers of the stars?
Don’t you hear us calling you?
All the spirals we have seen would just be a lovely dream
When time's up for our Galaxy Zoo.
Don’t you hear our call, zookeepers of the stars?
Don’t you hear us calling you?
Show us galaxies and space, all around the human race,
All the science
Still ahead
Let us see.
