Onward to the farthest star
The proud survivors fled.
"We have to reach that distant start,
"Or, surely, we’ll be dead."

None of space behind remained.
It all had slowly died;
Till, at last, their only hope:
The farthest star untried.

Quickly had they built the ship,
Their race’s final task,
Because they’d seen, but much too late,
Their planets could not last.

Long, to long, the flight had been,
And few onboard remained,
But onward went the hopeful crew
To reach a home unstained.

Larger grew the foreign star,
Until the crew could see
The planets that around it flew
One of which their home would be.

Joyfully the plan was made
To land their weary ship
A planet chosen from the few ---
The climax of the trip.

Then the ship did touch the ground,
The end of cosmic vagrancy;
But to the wretched crew’s dismay,
A neon sign: "No vacancy."