Pepito as a deckhand's comical.
Yectara's crew relieves him of his task
And soon all are aboard her small shuttle,
Each, save Pepito, in an alien mask,
Presenting big-eyed faces to whome'er
Might chance to see them. A great diagram
Is pinned up to the bulkhead. Now with care
Each crewman studies as for an exam,
While soon an earthly field of grain beneath
The shuttle's jets waves. Out the crewmen pour,
Each with a board and ropes and now fan out
To mash down plants precisely. 'Tis their chore.
Yectara minds their efforts, but without
A word they finish. And where they just strode
Pepito's likeness now has an abode.