Aliens built a tepee in my backyard
I’m really not sure why they picked my place
I thought I’d better meet them
So went out to greet them
Making sure I used my happy face

They told me they just liked to see my flowers
And to sit beneath them while they read their books
They’d wave gaily at the others
Perhaps it was their brothers
While others sat their with their crochet hooks

But one tiny alien caught my eye
I wasn’t really sure what he was doing
My eyes drawn like a magnet
He was shooting at a target
I thought perhaps that there was trouble brewing

But “No,” they cried, he’s just the navigator
And he’s practising to get us back on track
So they climbed into their ship
Getting ready for their trip
I waved goodbye, but they never looked back