The Invader

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…