After trying to land on Tylo (and failing miserably) I felt I needed to record my... anger at this Kerbin sized ball of mild unhappiness... so here it is, a genuine lymric to the scurge of the jool system. There once was a moon named Tylo The hated mass to which I compose this ode. Upon getting the contract, I expected not much fit. Several redesigns later, and much more quick-saves than I would like to admit. I landed super tylo lander 7, with 2.47 units of fuel, into its eternal abode. Hope you like it.