On first exposure, scabby scales
Did lead to much dry-heaving;
But then, the sounds the queer thing made
Did lead to panicked leaving!
It hissed and clicked, with each jaw licked
Like a bony cat a-preening
It gave the set of three score wings
A very thorough cleaning!
And oh! That ooze! From every pore
That vile stuff kept flowing;
‘t offended each and every nose
Whene’er the wind was blowing...
But then, with puckered lip a-stiff
A soldier came to greet it
‘twas no one shocked when it replied
“Thanks for the food, I’ll eat it!”
And with a crunch and crunch and gulp
The young marine was eaten;
The leaders trembled, generals twitched
How could this thing be beaten?
But then, a little boy stepped forth
And looked in its one eye
And saved the world with one quick quip:
“Go give the sun a try!”
The vile thing gave it a look,
And climbed back in its ship
And blasted off for “Barbeque”
To finish off its trip!
So learn the lesson, one and all
And take my words to heart:
Just because they fly through space
Does not imply they’re smart…