Child, why is your room not clean
A tornado went through mom
Didn't you see
A mighty twister
Blew everything around
It left the house, as you opened the door
Surly mom, I could have guessed you would have heard the roar
Child, why is your room not clean
I was cleaning it, I swear
The an alien battle filled the air
I ducked out just in time, not to get blasted
The ships engines scattered everything I had cleaned around
Child, why is your room not clean
Ghost rides came out of the sky mom,
And their stampeding ghost cattle
Sent everything in disarray
After I had been cleaning all day
The mother tells her child to clean their room now
Then leaves the room
Back in the livingroom
She thinks to herself
My child is going to write movie scripts one day
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