Terrorized by an F 5 Tornado
twirling whirling tornado funnel five
gives quick glance, seeing who is alive
picks up a pitchfork, shed and a horse
increasing warp speed at farm of Mr. Norse
terror abounds inside the house as it leaves the ground
where will he throw us down? where will he throw us down?
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