Gravitationally bound
I guess I'm stuck here for now
I'll count all these stripes
I'd call it a tiger - the king of the savanna
Space's vacuum is expansive, all right
It smells of ammonia
How clean it must be!
But this atmosphere is moving
Too quickly for me
As fast as it spins
Its intense, gassy winds
Are making it hard to breathe
Still, this orb of storms has a lovely form
And I really hate to leave
But on the way home
I'll be flying by Mars
I'll see where this journey can lead