If Dr. Seuss wrote for Star Trek: the Next Generation... 

Picard:     Sigma Indri, that's the star,
             So, Data, please, how far? How far? 

Data:       Our ship can get there very fast
            But still the trip will last and last 
            We'll have two days til we arrive
            But can the Indrans there survive? 

Picard:     LaForge, please give us factor nine. 

LaForge:    But, sir, the engines are offline! 

Picard:     Offline! But why? I want to go!
            Please make it so, please make it so! 

Riker:      But sir, if Geordi says we can't,
            We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't, 
            The danger here is far too great!

Picard:     But surely we must not be late! 

Troi:       I'm sensing anger and great ire. 

Computer:   Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire! 

Picard:     The ship's on fire? How could this be? 
            Who lit the fire?

Riker:      Not me.

Worf:       Not me.

Picard:     Computer, how long til we die? 

Computer:   Eight minutes left to say goodbye. 

Data:       May I suggest a course to take?
            We could, I think, quite safely make 
            Extinguishers from tractor beams
            And stop the fire, or so it seems... 

Geordi:     Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day! 
            Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!

Picard:     Mr. Data, thank you much.
            You've saved our lives, our ship, and such. 

Troi:       We still must save the Indran planet -- 

Data:       Which (by the way) is made of granite... 

Picard:     Enough, you android. Please desist. 
            We understand -- we get your gist. 
            But can we get our ship to go?
            Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so. 

Geordi:     There's sabotage among the wires
            And that's what started all the fires. 

Riker:      We have a saboteur? Oh, no!
            We need to go! We need to go! 

Troi:       We must seek out the traitor spy 
            And lock him up and ask him why? 

Worf:       Ask him why? How sentimental.
            I say give him problems dental. 

Troi:       Are any Romulan ships around?
            Have scanners said that they've been found? 
            Or is it Borg or some new threat
            We haven't even heard of yet?
            I sense no malice in this crew. 
            Now what are we supposed to do? 

Crusher:    Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
            They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!" 
            I can't just sit and let them die!
            A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try! 

Picard:     Doctor, please, we'll get there soon. 

Crusher:    They may be dead by Tuesday noon. 


Worf:       The saboteur is in the brig.
            He's very strong and very big. 
            I had my phaser set on stun -- 
            A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one!
            He would not budge, he would not fall, 
            He would not stun, no, not at all!
            He changed into a stranger form
            All soft and purple, round and warm. 

Picard:     Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
            Did you see this creature morph? 

Worf:       I did and then I beat him fairly.
            Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely. 

Riker:      My commendations, Klingon friend! 
            Our troubles now are at an end!

Crusher:    Now let's get our ship to fly 
            And orbit yonder Indran sky! 

Picard:     LaForge, please tell me we can go...? 

Geordi:     Yes, sir, we can.

Picard:     Then make it so!