A space ship landed over there
No one’s believed me yet
I walked on over after dark
And took my friend the vet
We couldn’t find the little men
We searched and searched inside
So I sat in the pilot’s seat
And said, “Let’s take a ride.”
A voice said, “Early earthman” then
A glass dome dropped around
My nerves grew calmer when I heard
A high-pitched hissing sound.
My friend, the vet, was diagnosed
Perhaps, I guess, by smell.
Some gizmo stashed him in a cage
Which didn’t fit him well.
We traveled fast through space and time
To planets far and near
And ended up where we began
On early earthman’s sphere.
“Inoculate” then “Yes” and “No”
Words flashing on a screen
I smiled as I selected “Yes”
Now Doctor Bill is green.
He hasn’t had a cold in years
But sometimes late at night
He swings through trees: I wonder which
Is worse—his bark or bite
And me—I’m glad I had a pen
And glad I chose to write
Those lotto numbers through the years
We sped through on that flight
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