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One dark night a saucer crashed;
the military quickly cleaned up the trash.
In the distance, what they didn’t see;
a thin, white face between the trees.

Once all was quiet, little Gili-ok crept,
from the woods where he had slept.
The rising sun, he felt was great, 
but without his transport, he’d met his fate.

A distant farmhouse, he drew near;
he’d find food there; the scent was clear.
To the doorway he did head; 
but he was overcome by sudden dread.

Standing just inside the door,
a human creature loudly warned…
“Come no closer, you little freak, 
or I’ll put a bullet, a’tween yer teeth”.

Gili-ok stopped dead in his tracks; 
he thought about just turning back,
But reading farmer Jones’s mind; 
he beamed his message, oh so fine.

“I come in peace, my human friend;
I only want my wounds to mend”.
Old farmer Jones, lowered his gun; 
He said, “I see that you are wounded, son.”

Into the house, Gili-ok walked and
they ate breakfast, as he talked.
Old farmer Jones, then smiled and said,
“It’s a wonder, you ain’t dead!”

Guli-ok was soon patched up and 
graciously, he fixed old Jones’s truck.
One finger touched the clunker’s hood;
the old sparks fired and that thing, ran good!

“Say, yer a fine repairman son 
and I could use a hand on this farm.
Would’ya stay a’spell; help me plant seed?  
I’ll give room, board and feed.”

Now Gili-ok knew he’d have to wait
for friends to rescue him from his fate.
Into the barn, he did go and 
soon the tractor…out it rolled.

“I’ll be.” Said Farmer Jones, surprised;
he really couldn’t believe his eyes.
Little Gili-ok thrashed a ton of wheat; 
he filled the silo, nice and neat.

The hogs and chickens were swiftly fed,
when Gili-ok simply turned his head.
Old Jones, he watched with shock and awe,
as hay bales levitated into the barn loft.

Week after week, Gili-ok did work,
fixing equipment and working the dirt.
The one year there, Gili-ok spent;
made farmer Jones, a rich old gent.

When Gili-ok’s pals finally arrived,
they gifted Jones’s truck with a new hyper-drive.
On his tractor, they added super-warp and
on his house, they zapped a porch.

As Gili-ok waved a sad goodbye, 
Farmer Jones began to cry.
Into his head a message was beamed,
“You must forget all that you’ve seen”.

Never again did old Jones need
to struggle planting all his seeds.
His new warp tractor would miraculously plow
and seed his crops; how he was, “wow’d”!

A lesson Jones did learn from this;
to befriend aliens, can be bliss.
He was so happy that he didn’t shoot;
he gave Gili-ok a brand new pair of boots.

As Jones sat up watching the late, late show;
his HDTV began to glow.
It bleeped twice; the pixels morphed 
and on the screen was Gili-ok, of course!

Gili-ok winked one oval eye and
Jones waved back, with a sigh; 
happy that he’d gotten to know, 
that skinny little, alien soul.
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