I wish those little aliens would stop.
messing up my crops.
I called the army, sheriff and cops.
They call me crazy and poke fun at me.
Just look in my field it’s plain to see.
Count them one, two, three.
Why can’t they just let me be.
I glad they didn’t take my cow.
I’d have to get my twelve gauge out.
shoot them with buck shot in the rear.
Then maybe they wont come round here.
Why cant they send a letter or email instead.
No they have to show up and get me out of bed.
Why don’t they go bother my neighbor Jed?
No news in the paper today.
Guess it’s better that way.