Near the galactic plane,
toward the Spiral Arms,
is where they tend to congregate en masse, pulsars.
NPO520 from the Crab Nebula,
a thousand year-old debris, exploded supernova.
Remnants in Vela, another nebula,
the second fastest, PSRO833.
Throbbing like a beat, with radiating heat,
in just a fraction of a second to complete.
To rotate when you're a star,
to show how massive you are,
emitting all radio,
you go, you go alone.
A transcendental extreme,
beneath, behind and between,
an X-ray and laser beam,
you glow, you glow for show.
Oh ostentatious mass,
your majesty won't last,
so quit while you're ahead, celestial demagogue.
Ride the wave but once,
defy your opulence,
‘cause we can't see you anyhow, there's too much smog.
To rotate when you're a star,
to show how massive you are,
emitting all radio,
you go, you go alone.
A transcendental extreme,
beneath, behind and between,
an X-ray and laser beam,
you glow, you glow for show.
To rotate when you're a star,
to show how massive you are,
emitting all radio,
you go, you go alone.
A transcendental extreme,
beneath, behind and between,
an X-ray and laser beam,
you glow, you glow for show.

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