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 its pink-skinned litter lay.
The sky burned black the day the giants died.
Hot ash rained down. All Pompeii cowered and cried
but Gallus, gone to Rome on holiday.
When doomsday comes, the clever know to hide.
When Custer spurred his horse to charge it shied.
His scout heard war whoops as he rode 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.
