Wherever you’re from,
Whatever planet of birth,
From the Moons of Sucrosium
To right here on Earth,
Chances are you’ve met Greys
Or seen signs they’ve been ‘round
From lights in the sky or strange marks on the ground.
Greys get around.
Their saucers are fast.
By the time they’ve been seen
They’ve already flown past.
But once in a while
They emerge from their ships,
Which shrink down to belts they can wear round their hips
Sometimes they cause trouble,
There’s always that chance.
But more times than not,
They’ve just come here to dance!
It’s a little known fact,
But most alien creatures
Despite their odd names and peculiar features
Love all types of music!
It calls to their feet.
And they’ll dance to most anything with a good beat.
But most treasured of all among Alien types
More than rock & roll, metal or even bagpipes,
Their music of choice, and it’s purely by chance
Is what, here on Earth. we call… the square dance.
Now, the Greys love to twirl, which is really not square,
So they call it a circle dance. I guess that’s fair.
They circle and spin and the fun never stops
Until they fly off, leaving circles in crops.