There was a digital spaceship
Floating towards Earth
All the crew were dead
Even the computer was flashing with the green-red lights
Helplessly drawn towards Earth
Its gravity pulling it down
And down it went
It fell into a central area
Where various wells collected
And it was recycled into an egg box
And all the eggs were called Clint
But somebody misspelt the eggs
And people were offended by the spelling
And so inevitably by the way the eggs were smelling
Everybody said it must have been the digital spaceship