The Prophet of Doom
Hear ye hear ye here comes the prophet of doom
No good news coming here so I'd leave the room
Spreader of bad things like disasters at sea
The plague will happen also according to she
The prophet of doom rings her bell for attention
Has no front teeth for that added dimension
She tells all that the world will end very soon
Not next week but at the beginning of June
I wonder if her visions of doom really take place
She expresses it sincerely with an unhappy face
They tell me she's married with children of four
Could be true I suppose I'm not really sure
Good news or bad news the world still turns
One person will be happy another has concerns
I will hide when I see the prophet of doom come
Safe and sound in the bosom of my dearest mum
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