Oh yes, of course. Back to exile. They will sing for Elon on the high seas...
Oh, Tesla Model Y, sleek and divine, Trapped on a ship in quarantine's confine,
Amidst the waves near Brisbane's shore, A curious plight you're forced to endure.
Surrounded by stinkbugs, a buzzing crew, Cutting laps in waters, endless blue.
Elon's creation, a marvel so grand, Now held captive in this peculiar stand.
Your silent hum drowned by bugs' uproar, Yet, your spirit shines, resilient to the core.
In quarantine's embrace, a hesitant stay, Elon Musk's aid seems far away.
But fear not, dear Tesla, in this ordeal, For hope's the wind beneath each wheel.
Though stuck amidst this curious scene, Y our essence glows, steadfast and keen.
Your metal frame may dwell confined, Yet, in dreams, your prowess will unwind.
Elon's touch, a beacon to anticipate, Rescue's promise beyond this wait.
So, sail on, brave Tesla, through bug-filled air, Endurance within, a story to share.
In quarantine's dance, a temporary waltz, Soon freed by Musk's commanding exalts.