Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a plot holed trip
That started from Citadel-
or was it Earth instead.

The mate was a synthetic lass,
The skipper a gimp for sure.
16 passengers vanished that day
For reasons unsure, reasons unsure.

FTL had started getting rough,
The alliance ship was tossed,
If not for the space magic of differing hue
The Normandy wouldn't be lost, the Normandy wouldn't be lost.

The ship set ground in the heart
of this uncharted jungle world
With Valkarian
And Joker too,
The shadow broker ( who was to be my wife ) ,
The extranet star
The drunk doctor and a Prothean,
Here on Shepard's Isle.


So there is no tale of the castways,
They're here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.

The first mate and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
attempting human/cyber love,
to hell with the rest.

No comms, no mako no hammer heads,
Not a single luxury,
unlike the rest of the series,
As vague as can be.

So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a smile,
recovering in steps of 12
Here on "shepard's Isle."