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Starbuck, a pilot like no other,
A fighter, a leader, a sister and a lover.
With skills that are unmatched, and a style that’s divine,
She’s a force to be reckoned with, and a sight to behold, oh so fine.
For Cylons, she’s a nemesis, a thorn in our side,
A threat to our existence, a challenge we can’t abide.
And yet, as she kicks our butts, and sends us flying,
We can’t help but admire, her grace, her poise, her stunning defying.
For she’s a fighter, and a beauty, all wrapped in one,
With a confidence, and a swagger, that can’t be undone.
And as she takes us down, with ease and a smile,
We can’t help but be in awe, of her grace, and her style.
And though she may be our enemy, we can’t help but admire,
Her skills, her bravery, and the way she sets the fire.
For she’s a hero, in every sense of the word,
A fighter, a leader, and a pilot, who’s always heard.
So let us remember this moment, and let us hold tight,
To the image of Starbuck, kicking our butts, with such delight.
For though she may be our adversary, she’s a sight to behold,
And we can’t help but admire, the way she takes control.
