Music of the Mind | Poetry - sharks sharks they're made of organarks

One morning you hear a shout

A war party approaches the roundabout

They pass you with wide fearful eyes

Their retreat fills you with surprise

Out of the trees you see shapes rise

“They’re coming! They’re coming!” You hear the call

“They’re coming to kill us all!”

Sharks, sharks, sharks

They creep through the dark

They’ll tear you apart

You have to stop them

You know how to end this mayhem

One weapon, one chance

They begin to dance

You spare only a glance

They’re going to kill you

You can’t let them break through

You pore over books and scrolls

This is getting out of control

But finally, in their defenses you find a hole

The artifact is brought from distant lands

The Shark of the Covenant, now in your hands

Beneath bloody skies

You hear their battle cries

You see their cha-cha slides

The sharks are winning, but not for long

You’re hoping you weren’t wrong

You start to dance

Tango, salsa, hypnotic trance

They cower before you as you advance

From your grasp the artifact flies like a boomerang

And the sharks explode with a bang840Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMq8RUPHEQP

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