Pluto, Pluto, we demote thee
No longer a planet called
'Tis declared you are unworthy
Some have heard and are appalled
'Twas unfair to your dear neighbors
Just as big but not as famed
After many toils and labors
You were marked to be unnamed

Textbooks now must be rewritten
And museums change displays
Swift and sure, your demolition
Numbered are your final days
Once when you were undiscovered
Sacred lists showed only eight
Eighty years your status hovered
Now restored to former fate

Celebrating this is Charon
Still your moon or equal friend?
Xena also pleased to share in
To her status you descend
Oft last, oft Neptune retreating
You were e'er a mystery
Do you ache at your deleting?
Still a part of history

Mercury, Mars, Earth and Venus
Jupiter and Saturn stay
Qualified says science genius
Neptune, Uranus, at bay
But the runt that tagged behind them
Final word in catchy song
Sad to say, no longer mind him
Pluto, he does not belong