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It was a time not long ago 
When the Aliens came. 
They came in groups of many 
And they all looked the same. 
They’ve got furry little ears, 
And round glassy eyes, 
And around their small necks 
They wear little bow ties. 
I remember that night, 
I remember it well. 
I find all who will listen 
And tell them my tale. 
It was when I was little, 
On a dark starry night, 
When I saw the spaceship 
And its bright glowing light. 
It hovered above 
Just out of reach, 
And finally touched down 
ON the dark sandy beach. 
I followed the glow 
That came from the grass 
And saw a spaceship 
Made of crystal and glass. 
I heard the humming 
From the engine inside. 
I wonder who’s in there  
What will I find? 
They looked like tiny bears 
All furry and sweet 
With little padded paws 
And little padded feet. 
They marched towards the city 
Like an army of bees. 
I followed them silently  
And hid behind trees. 
They walked to a warehouse  
At the edge of my town, 
And set up their home  
And got settled down. 
Boy, was I worried! 
What should I do? 
Where could I find help 
In nineteen-o-two? 
I hopped on my bicycle  
And rushed to and fro. 
I had a plan 
I knew just wehre to go. 
Up to ther White House 
In through the doors. 
I checked all the rooms 
I check all the floors. 
“Hey, little girl” 
Said a voice to my right. 
“What are you doing” 
So I told him my plight. 
We ran to the room  
Where the president sat. 
“Who are you two? 
And what is that?” 
I looked to my feet  
And what was right there? 
One of those aliens 
That looked like a bear. 
How did it get here 
Inside this room 
It seemed kind of scary 
And the air smelt of DOOM 
“Oh, how sweet!” 
cried President Ted 
What was he doing? 
Had he heard what I said? 
I ran out the door 
And straight to my bike 
I had to find help 
I was losing this fight. 
I went to my home 
On west thirty-two 
And asked my Mom 
What I should do. 
“go take a nap, 
And get food to eat 
Then you sit down 
And I’ll take a seat.” 
I took her advice 
And went to get clean 
“Who are these creatures 
What does this mean?” 
I woke up the next morning 
At eleven-o-clock. 
I pulled on my clothes 
I pulled on my socks 
I ran down the stairs 
To talk with my Mom 
But lucky for me 
She had left, she was gone. 
She came home from somewhere 
Later that day. 
“Don’t worry Sweetie 
We’ve talked, its okay.” 
She held up a bag 
And what was inside? 
A big fuzzy beary 
With a yellow bow tie! 
What they said 
I’ll never know 
But I know they’re still here 
And they just won’t go. 
Now listen up kiddies 
Who are gathered around.  
They don’t live in holes 
Or under the ground 
They live in our homes 
With you and your friends 
And this is just a beginning 
But for this, 
It’s the end. 
 
 


------
Purr like a kitten; Scratch like a bitch


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