Picard: Can you sing, Mister Data?

Data: Well… yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But we have no songs for great spacecraft and… evil times.

Picard: And why should your songs be unfit for my bridge? Come, sing me a song.

[pause]

Data: [sings] Lifeforms! You tiny little lifeforms! You precious little lifeforms! Where are you?