Four-Color Federation

Intro - Spoken, half-sung

Nineteen-sixty-seven, four-color beaming

No transporters, just paper dreaming

Gold Key in the spinner rack, Kirk in a space-ranger hat

They couldn't touch the showlines, so they made him swing a gat

Verse 1

Swing to four, the pencil sharp and new

DC got the keys, and the borders grew

Bearclaw on point, Bryce on helm in blue

Chu-Sa chirping triage, Konom growling Qapla'! too

DC let the beta-canon bloom

Original blood in the old cartoon room

Verse 2

Half-time on the habitat ring

Malibu shipped the monthly, thirty-two issues deep

Marvel flipped it in ninety-six, reversed the tide

Cadets Omega Squad, Nog can't sleep

Pike on Talos IV

Before Kirk ever took the seat

Chorus

Mirror, mirror on the hull, ISS-D black and gold

Picard with a dagger, not a book, Troi never does what she's told

Terran Empire swing, do the Mirror War strut

Dee-bop, ya-ree, betrayal in the cut

Mirror, mirror on the hull, ISS-D black and gold

Picard with a dagger, not a book, Troi never does what she's told

Bridge

Odo's rain on level five, shape-shiftin' blue note minor

Quark's got a corgi in cargo bay, latinum collared liner

Fool's Gold glitters, but loyalty pays

Too Long a Sacrifice, tilted days

Dominion wire in the air, he reads the room like glass

Corgi paws on promenade, barking out the past

Solo - alto sax, 16 bars

Chorus

Mirror, mirror on the hull, ISS-D black and gold

Picard with a dagger, not a book, Troi never does what she's told

Terran Empire swing, do the Mirror War strut

Dee-bop, ya-ree, betrayal in the cut

Outro

From Gold Key to IDW, beta's where we roam

Not canon but canon-ish, still feels like home

So spin it again, at Quark's after hours

Four-color dreaming, still turning like towers