After the turn of the century,
In the clear blue skies over Germany,
Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard, Like the screamin’ sound of a big war bird…
Up in the sky, a man in a plane,
Baron von Richtofen was his name,
Eighty men tried, and eighty men died,
Now, they’re buried together on the country side…
In the nick of time, a hero arose,
A funny lookin’ dog with a big black nose,
He flew in to the sky to seek revenge,
But the Baron shot him down…
It’s exactly the same gravitational pull as the star that previously collapsed… (And I’ve not read the article (yet), this is just a personal nitpick that I’ve had for a LONG time).