You don’t mind a decade in a state of dehydration

A feat you can complete without any kind of hypnosis

And can even withstand almost total fatal radiation.

By simply using your metabolic cryptobiosis.

Oh my little tardigrade

Who knows how the future’s made?

There you go without a care

You silly little water bear.

You don’t mind being boiled and you don’t mind being frozen

Even in the arctic, the temperature can be much lesser

Although it is not what you would have at first chosen

But you don’t mind when its a thousand times atmospheric pressure.

Oh my little tardigrade

I really am quite quickly swayed

I think that you are really great

With stumpy legs and bear-like gait.

How could they launch you into orbit when it really can’t be fun

My unfortunate tardigrade, my little mossy pig

At least they had the foresight to block rays from the sun

Your poor little sausage – just half a millimetre big!

Oh my little tardigrade

You always call a spade a spade.

With spring in step and smile on face

But then you get shot into space.