The Aliens and Me
The aliens landed in the wrong back yard.
Next to the apple tree of a hippie, and a bard.
I was a willing subject, which made them mad.
I like being naked, it makes me glad.
They probed my shoulder, they probed my knee.
They touched my butt, and I laughed with glee.
They turned me over and they looked at my neck.
I giggled and chortled, and thought ‘what the heck?’
They got really angry because I never lost my cool.
Then I had to get up and get ready for school.
They wanted to go along, they said they would hide.
I took them to school, but they could not get inside.
They did not have a key card, so they stayed out in the rain.
They got irritated that I was savvy and used my good brain.
The cops came to get them and put them in jail.
Their friends never found them, so they never got mail.
I went to visit them a couple of times, and chuckled and smiled.
They were truly funny guys, one red-faced, the other truly mild.
I busted them out and frankly, they gave me no lip.
They agreed to take me with them on their terrific space ship.
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