Earthlings have pondered oh so long
As to whether there's life on Mars.
One day humans with a big tong
Will ride dry ice under the stars.
Dry ice chunks are like ponies wild,
Sliding grooves into dunes of sand,
Beckoning to that future child
For adventure in a new land.
Perhaps a new Olympic sport,
Sand boarding on chunks of dry ice,
Assuming the weather report
Says that Mars day will be quite nice.
Chunks of dry ice on a sand dune
Means Disney Mars will open soon.
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