"We look stunning in purple."
"You Picked a Fine Time
to Leave Us, Sinclair"
(Sung to the tune of "Lucille".)
Submitted by R.J. Currie.
To Babylon 5 station,
In constant rotation,
Came a hero who fought on the line.
But just what occurred there?
'Twas all such a blur there,
'Cuz there was a hole in his mind.
On B5 with Centauri,
The Narn and Minbari,
On his life, he'd been given new lease.
He must heal the relations
'Tween civilizations.
His station's the last and the best hope for peace.
From the Ragesh 3 fighting
To the Bab'lon 4 sighting
And Epsilon III's great machine;
From Psi-Cop Alf Bester
To a holy grail quester
And Kosh, who'd not say what he'd mean.
While some might deny it,
There was nary a riot.
'Twas a time of galactic detente.
But then things got gory
'Cuz Londo said "glory"
When Morden asked "What do you want?"
You picked a fine time to leave us, Sinclair,
With G'Kar chasing shadows and Delenn growing hair.
While Londo kept lying,
Garibaldi lay dying,
And Susan felt life was unfair.
You picked a fine time to leave us, Sinclair.
To fight Shadow dangers,
He helped to train Rangers.
On Minbar, he was Entil'zha.
He sent word before long
To stay close to the Vorlon.
'Twas clear the big picture he saw.
He returned with volition
For just one final mission.
He knew that he had to act fast,
'Cuz destiny beckoned,
And as near as he reckoned,
His future lay back in the past.
You picked a fine time to leave us, Sinclair
With the Shadows attacking, our fate up in the air.
To keep us from failin',
You must become Valen
With a bone on your head and no hair.
You picked a fine time to leave us, Sinclair.
You picked a fine time to leave us, Sinclair,
But history needs you; you have got to be there.
So, both you and Zathras
Must take this path; thus,
We say so long to Michael O'Hare.
You picked a fine time to leave us, Sinclair.
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