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The Three Little Aliens
A group of aliens ventured out of their home in Black Void Space
One green, one orange, one with the color of jet, all in the lady's grace
They mentioned a station behind a moon, three narrow crossings and a race
Before we could react they disappeared, leaving only some carbon as a trace
Our minds repeated their message over and over again so we went there in a haste
Finding that the trace we followed into space to the place for the race was only a waste
There was nothing left to do than to give the carbon the aliens left behind a taste
The taste of the carbon trace was nothing to be expected, with a 'Eeeew' label it was laced
The Vortex of Old opened, sucked us in, before we knew it a race we were graced
One, two, three and they said go, my mum always said to keep speed but I was hazed
Boinked from behind, a pit stop maneuver here, a crash there, the drivers were crazed
Nothing could stop them except our speed, we outrun them and got second placed
At the end of the crossing stood each alien colorful as few, suprised we were when
they all in a quier said we would never be able to touch a woman's belongings again
We jumped and bellied, especially Eddie, he collected womens garments as if it were a pen
Calmed by the words of salvation we got directed to the moon's core, right around the bend
Perilous the journey would be so we argued about who we should send
Measuring certain organs was the key and we came to a conclusion,
a spacecraft capable of penetrating the core the biggest of us few would lend
The Pact was sealed, the buisness proposition closed, but it was unceratin to really pend
You see, Jeffrey have been sick since his visit in Kamakilolololole, his organ swollen
He could smash through rock and stone, flesh and people, we think it was pollen
The journey towards the center of the molten center of the moon he began as he swored
To the magma haven that was the moon's cenral core
We watched him fly, we wtached him go, we wondered what we were to do with his whore
Jeffrey didnt return from his mission, his death was surealy a brave one, if not dumb
His whore went missing too, we dont know why, but we traveled home with several organs numb
Dont eat carbon, kids!
One green, one orange, one with the color of jet, all in the lady's grace
They mentioned a station behind a moon, three narrow crossings and a race
Before we could react they disappeared, leaving only some carbon as a trace
Our minds repeated their message over and over again so we went there in a haste
Finding that the trace we followed into space to the place for the race was only a waste
There was nothing left to do than to give the carbon the aliens left behind a taste
The taste of the carbon trace was nothing to be expected, with a 'Eeeew' label it was laced
The Vortex of Old opened, sucked us in, before we knew it a race we were graced
One, two, three and they said go, my mum always said to keep speed but I was hazed
Boinked from behind, a pit stop maneuver here, a crash there, the drivers were crazed
Nothing could stop them except our speed, we outrun them and got second placed
At the end of the crossing stood each alien colorful as few, suprised we were when
they all in a quier said we would never be able to touch a woman's belongings again
We jumped and bellied, especially Eddie, he collected womens garments as if it were a pen
Calmed by the words of salvation we got directed to the moon's core, right around the bend
Perilous the journey would be so we argued about who we should send
Measuring certain organs was the key and we came to a conclusion,
a spacecraft capable of penetrating the core the biggest of us few would lend
The Pact was sealed, the buisness proposition closed, but it was unceratin to really pend
You see, Jeffrey have been sick since his visit in Kamakilolololole, his organ swollen
He could smash through rock and stone, flesh and people, we think it was pollen
The journey towards the center of the molten center of the moon he began as he swored
To the magma haven that was the moon's cenral core
We watched him fly, we wtached him go, we wondered what we were to do with his whore
Jeffrey didnt return from his mission, his death was surealy a brave one, if not dumb
His whore went missing too, we dont know why, but we traveled home with several organs numb
Dont eat carbon, kids!
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