The Alpha-Beta Song

Another one without a TTTO. They multiply. This one was because the Israeli filk community has decided to protest the lack of songs of Beta Centauri, a star not less worthy of attention than Alpha.

We came to the earth from afar

Frozen for most of the distance

And though earthmen can see our home star

Their mistakes they still make with persistence!

Chorus:

We hail from the star Beta

Our pride do not insult

You do not have the data

These alphans are a cult!

Alpha Centauri’s a place

Where all of the natives are crazy

They’re dirty with mud on their face

And frankly, we think that they’re lazy

But still all you people still think

From Alpha, our neighbour, we landed

Although there the natives all stink

And they’re still, on their planet, stranded

So tell me how can you mistake

Us for the look of our cousins?

We all hope, sometime soon, you will wake

The distinctions are there by the dozens

The alphans all wear garb of green

Our green is a tad different shaded

And they had a king and a queen

‘Till their planet, well, we had invaded