There's a man who walks along the shore
With a mirror in his hand
He claims that he protects us all
From things we hadn't planned
He also owns a looking glass
Which he holds towards the sun
In the hope incoming aliens
Will see themselves and run
All day long he marches on
Up and down the shore
Fighting unseen enemies
Waging constant war
Pirates, evils, men from Mars
He keeps them all at bay
So we can live our lives in peace
And swim there every day
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