Hallelujah - Philae's been found.
The comet landing space probe lost
Years ago when it went to ground,
Into a shadowy nook tossed.
Out of the sun, it went to sleep.
Mother ship Rosetta searched on.
But from Philae, nary a peep.
Where could the little probe have gone?
Rosetta found the little one,
And sent the good news back to Earth.
Some needed closure thus was done
For the mission - for what it's worth.
Philae with Rosetta in flight,
Comiting into the dark night.
