Philae has gone outside to play,
In a new unknown neighborhood,
Hopping about in bumpy way,
Finding a spot both bad and good.
Philae is recharged by sunlight,
Which may or may not shine enough,
To let the play time last all right,
So Philae can check out cool stuff.
The whole world's hoping Philae does
Fulfill the hopes and dreams be bound
In the special time and place, cuz
A comet is Philae's playground.
The mother ship, watching precise,
Watching if Philae will play nice.
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