Every human on Earth was preparing for Christmas
Little did they know that there was trouble amiss
The Stardroids were giving the planet a stare
What was this jolly old feeling left there?
"These humans," started Sunstar, "There's something not right.
They say an old man comes down chimneys tonight."
But what was the reason, or was there any at all?
"These humans are starting to wish for their downfall."
But what could be done to get rid of the feeling?
"What if," said Mercury," We go about stealing?"
"They go about talking about presents and feasts.
They rip into food like they were feral beasts."
The commander then nodded, this sounded like a blast.
"Yes Mercury, this Christmas will soon be their last."
But how would they steal it, there was too much to cover.
It was even too much if the could just hover.
"We'll split up," started Sunstar, "We'll each take a sector.
Those humans won't notice us, not with good detectors."
And off flew the Stardroids, each to their own destination