On an iron steed, in a leather jacket,
Rides Rex, creating a thunderous racket!

Shredding his guitar, a rocking dinosaur -
On a trail of stars, with nebulas to explore.
Flying through space, just watch him soar -
He created his fate, avoiding the meteor!

He rides constellations, and what’s between,
To galaxies you’ve never heard of or seen.
He traded fields of green and rivers serene,
For galaxies where no one's ever been. 

Soaring above is Rex with his guitar -
Make a wish, he’s a shooting rockstar!