The Crops Circle Maker
Now I know who they are,
Now I know,
What they are
They didn’t come driving
In cars,
But from the stars
They live beneath us I’m
Pretty sure of,
Like a preacher they’ve
Come to be
Our teachers, wise and
Richer, said,
The screecher
We must learn from them,
About the crops
Circle, to meet an end,
Learning the
Game
They are teaching us how
To be systematic
And mathematics, don’t
Go lunatic,
Running automatic or
So dramatic
And in this story, who
Are they?
Well don’t be afraid, but
Be aware
They are little people making
Hay, builders
From the graves, travelers
From the Milky Way.
Copyright © 2005
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