On patrol in sector seven, keeping watch on Barber’s sun;
They were jumped by three light cruisers, though they were no match for one;
As they came to general quarters, and they sent out the alarm;
Dawson’s crew were sure they’d finally bought the farm.
No-one living saw that battle, though the fleet was quick to leave;
When they reached the site, they found a scene no sane man could believe;
Dead in space lay three light cruisers, cut to ribbons all around;
But no sign of Dawson’s Christian could be found.