Ten Heads of Garlic

Stranded for three weeks with no fuel.
Three light-years from safety and missing, assumed dead.
Despairing and insane, the crew was fightin' and a- duelin'
when our vice assistant chef spoke up and said:

"Ten heads of garlic, thirty chiles,
Forty pounds of kidney beans and then
stuff 'em in the fuel rods,
top 'em off with cayenne pepper -- we'll be
zoomin' through the galaxy again."

We were off like light-speed, thankful for our luck
that thirty tons of beans were in our cargo load.
We zipped along the space lanes eating through that shipment
and relieving stranded travelers of their woe.

We told them:

"Ten heads of garlic, thirty chiles,
Forty pounds of kidney beans, and then
stuff 'em in the fuel rods,
top 'em off with cayenne pepper -- you'll be
roamin' through the galaxy again."

We met a pirate ship after "cooking" our last pot. They had
emerald-glinting skin and sapphire-colored eyes.
Without a single bean, we looked death right in the face
till our vice assistant chef served a surprise. It was

Ten heads of garlic, thirty chiles, and
Forty pounds of blue-eyed demon-spawn.
Stuffed 'em in the fuel rods,
topped 'em off with cayenne pepper -- we were
zooming through the galaxy anon.

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