E.E.

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Title: E. E.
Lyric: Duane Elms, © 08/03/83
Tune: Henry, © New Riders of the Purple Sage

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There was a man we all grew up with, each in our own way.
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E.E. Smith wrote stories where the hero saved the day.
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Space opera was a fantasy that we all understood,
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And E.E. wrote the lines the way that only E.E. could.

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And there were blinding flashes everywhere and deafening reports,
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Coruscating energies and glib macho retorts.
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Planets smashing planets and an antimatter sphere,
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With Lensmen on the warpath, bad guys tend to disappear.

Old E.E. wrote of Spacehounds and of brawny men and bold,
Of monumental intellects and fearsome biting cold,
Of Evil that for evil's sake pursued a deadly plan,
Until the good guys caught them and wiped out the entire clan.

And there were tractor beams and pressor beams and adamantine shields,
And rays of all description and gigantic battlefields.
Fleets of ships so big you couldn't fit them in a sky,
And monsters everywhere with whom we don't see eye to eye.

Well QX friends, old Doc is in that happy hunting ground,
With all his friends and heroes out there Skylarking around.
The Kinnisons and Seatons sit and talk about old times,
And swap tales of adventure with the old Galaxy Primes.

And there are galaxies colliding, but we're firing on all jets.
It looks like we're outnumbered here, and no one's taking bets.
Titanic rods of force flare out against hard driven screens,
The galaxy was just to small for Doc's colossal schemes.