I took the song, "Home on the Range" and made a rimworld version. Cheers!
Oh give me a home where the muffalo roam,
Where the deer and the wild boar play,
Where seldom is heard an FTL word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the rim,
Where there’s plenty of boomrats and limbs,
Where seldom is heard an FTL word,
Because Einstein was right all along.
Where the air is so pure, and the cobras so free,
The rifles ringing through the night,
That I would not give, my home on the rim,
For all of the glitterworlds bright.
The tribals were pressed from this part of the west,
Their likely no more to return,
To the camps of the pirates, where seldom if ever,
Their flickering campfires burn.
How often at night when the heavens are bright,
With the light from the landing drop pods,
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed,
If their greed exceeds that of ours.
Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
The snipers I love to hear cry,
And I love the green plants, and all of the boomrats,
That graze on the rimworlds so far.
Oh give me a land where the pirate brigands,
Attack us with mortars all night;
Where the horrible AI yells at us all the time,
Driving all the squirrels so mad,
I would not give, my home on the rim,
Where the deer and the wild boars play;
Where seldom is heard an FTL word,
Because Einstein was right all along.
Let me know what you think!
Oh give me a home where the muffalo roam,
Where the deer and the wild boar play,
Where seldom is heard an FTL word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the rim,
Where there’s plenty of boomrats and limbs,
Where seldom is heard an FTL word,
Because Einstein was right all along.
Where the air is so pure, and the cobras so free,
The rifles ringing through the night,
That I would not give, my home on the rim,
For all of the glitterworlds bright.
The tribals were pressed from this part of the west,
Their likely no more to return,
To the camps of the pirates, where seldom if ever,
Their flickering campfires burn.
How often at night when the heavens are bright,
With the light from the landing drop pods,
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed,
If their greed exceeds that of ours.
Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
The snipers I love to hear cry,
And I love the green plants, and all of the boomrats,
That graze on the rimworlds so far.
Oh give me a land where the pirate brigands,
Attack us with mortars all night;
Where the horrible AI yells at us all the time,
Driving all the squirrels so mad,
I would not give, my home on the rim,
Where the deer and the wild boars play;
Where seldom is heard an FTL word,
Because Einstein was right all along.
Let me know what you think!