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I'll specify ahead of time that this is based on the context of the Meet the Engineer short.


Under Starlight

Engineer had had a tiring day,

He'd been keeping blues away.

They'd little sense of much fair play,

And so for that he'd made them pay.

But now, at night, under the stars,

He'd set up camp from base quite far.

Under moon he played guitar.

By turrets, which blue flesh would mar.

Bullets, rockets, both did fly.

In droves the cunning blues did die.

He grinned at sound of anguished cries,

Their screams would be his lullabies.

So content was the engineer,

His mind unclouded, crystal clear.

His worries had all disappeared,

Gunplay always ended drear.