Cowboy and Aliens

Out on the range and hunkered down Been out here for a week The morning cold the range is brown Mist rising from the creek A deep roaring sound behind me I spin around in fear What I see does astound me How is a spaceship sitting here Door open and inviting I feel the need to take a look I find it quite exciting It has got me on the hook Standing in the open door He is beckoning to me More regal one I never saw Or ever will I see A pinch to check if dreaming I did not feel a thing But the river is still steaming It has got me on a string Walk over and go through the door It is like another world Pearl white walls a golden floor And curtains all unfurled A cowboy sitting on a chair At last I feel at home But looking least like anything Out on the range I roam His Stetson more a halo On his back there could be wings My body turns to jello As I realise some things Relax and sit there just be calm We need to check you out We will be quick and do no harm Of that there is no doubt Alien to you may be We are from another place Out there in the stars you see From deep outer space We will make a small quick test Now don't be so aghast Then compare it with the rest We have taken in the past To see the changes that you've made In progress or recession For years now has been retrograde That has been our impression So cowboy up as cowboys do We will soon be on our way You will be as we found you With no inkling of today Mist dispersing with the sun I sit there feeling strange Out here where the cattle run The wide and open range Get to my feet and saddle up I have much work to do Why do I feel so shaken up I don't have a single clue Credit Frimufilms / Freepik for partial image