In Ships From the Stars

In Ships From the Stars
In Ships From the Stars

In ships from the stars, the space folks land,

With wobbly walks, they’re quite unplanned.

Levitating objects with flair and glee,

Lasers? Nah, just tiny eyeball beams for all to see.

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