I am an ensign aboard a starship,
She is the first of her kind.
And equipped with a warp five engine,
Who can say what we might find?

Captain John Archer is our skipper,
And he helped design our ship.
I can't think of a man more qualified,
To lead us on this trip.

And then there's Sub-Commander T'Pol,
Her logic is infallible.
Commander Tucker is our engineer,
His skills are invaluable.

Every officer aboard Enterprise
Is the best at what they do.
Their skill and character have saved this ship,
And each member of her crew.

But something peaks my curiosity,
Every time Enterprise docks.
It's the medical supply shipment,
Addressed to Dr. Phlox.

I could swear I hear something moving,
Wish I could take a peek inside.
I wonder what the doctor is doing,
Has he got something to hide.

Is it some kind of weird experiment?
Some Denobulan sacrifice?
Perhaps this is what his people eat.
With a little Romulan spice.

Is he some kind of mad scientist?
Is his belfry full of bats?
What is in these mysterious shipments?
Some kind of alien lab rats?

Maybe I'll try to scan its contents.
I might even pick the locks.
This is beginning to drive me crazy!
What's in the box Dr. Phlox?!

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