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Not the first time I've adapted it, but yes, this is based on the song Home on the Range. Something to be sung rather than red.
Where the Buggalo Roam
Oh give me a home, where the buggalo roam,
Where I can see two moons in the sky.
Where the atmosphere's red, and I feel no dread,
As upon these fine creatures I fly.
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Home, home on this world,
Mars, the red planet of might!
Phobos is of fear, but Deimos is a dear,
On this planet I feel delight.
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Oh give me red sand, and diamonds so grand,
Of jungles and streams running free.
On the slopes of Mount Mons, I can hike along,
And look down on this world with glee.
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Home, home on this world,
Mars, the red planet of might!
Phobos is of fear, but Deimos is a dear,
On this planet I feel delight.
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Oh give me sandstorms, long as I am forewarned,
This dry air that I love to inhale
Give me a faint sun, as o'er sands I run,
From the sandstorms and other strong gales.
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Home, home on this world,
Mars, the red planet of might!
Phobos is of fear, but Deimos is a dear,
On this planet I feel delight.
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On the ice of the poles, the chill on my soles,
Across these cold wastes I can skate.
True there's CO2, but that's just like Earth too,
On this world there's nothing to hate.
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The natives have gone, life carries along,
They're unlikely to ever return.
The Wongs own the west, it's the half that's the best,
Yet the east too I shall never spurn.
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Home, home on this world,
Mars, the red planet of might!
Phobos is of fear, but Deimos is a dear,
On this planet I feel delight.
