The sky burned black the day the giants died.
A flaming mountain pierced the turquoise bay.
When doomsday comes, the clever know to hide.
The thunder woke a mammal safe inside
the burrow where our pink-skinned forebears lay.
The sky burned black the day the giants died.
The hawk swoops from its tall perch, but lands wide.
The squirrel zags off. He’s not the meal today.
When doomsday comes, the clever know to hide.
The platoon marches off to war with pride.
One private shrewdly lags, then runs away.
The sky burned black the day the giants died.
Liam gazed at the Titanic, stupefied,
but steerage berths cost more than he would pay.
When doomsday comes, the clever know to hide.
Ford’s Theater shook with howls of laughter–why’d
some quietly leave midway through the play?
The sky burned black the day the giants died.
When doomsday comes, the clever know to hide.
