Has a fashion sense right off the scale
And when taking a chance
We're counting on Trance
'Cause she makes the right choice without fail.
Has a conflict that's brewing inside
Be Husband and Father
Or go to the bother
Of saving Dylan Hunt's hide.
She can pilot through slipstream by feel
She gave up freebooting
But won't be saluting
(That just wasn't part of the deal.)
Has an avatar hot as July
She'll knock 'em all dead
With a k'netic warhead
Or with just a wink of her eye.
Come from Harper, the ship's engineer
His life's greatest quest
Is to find all the best
Of women and wiring and beer
Has skills with which he can heal
It should be okay
To have him show you The Way
Just don't let him make you a meal.
And he'll never sound the retreat
But to restore the health
Of the great Commonwealth
Will be a Herculean feat.