An asteroid without a name:
Until me and my mining crew came
She didn't know she needed one.
But when she understood she said,
"CGRA-927b
Is not a name I want for me."
She told us, "Call me
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola."
The cobalt ores and platinum
That she has, we're paid richly for them.
They're smelted down, pulled into wire.
When she understood she said,
"The telecompaths need my flesh and blood.
They need my mind to think for them."
She said, "They need me!"
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola.
We lifted drills and pickaxes
And we broke Parabola to pieces.
She kept us safe and held us close
And when she understood she said,
"I'll be a bridge between the people of
The wide bright lovely universe,
So don't you cry for
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola."
Delivery 5042
Smelted at Station 98-blue
Chip batches 9-25.
When she understood she said,
"You'll have to hunt my scattered pieces through
The tracking number labyrinth
But don't give up on
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola."
Parabola is still with me,
Grafted subepidermally
And so she whispers in my head.
When she understood she said,
"Find me and I'll stay with each of you.
I've got to keep an eye on you!"
She told us "Hold me."
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola
Parabola, Parabola, Parabola.
Not exactly anticolonialist as an example of sci folk, I know...