Brain Clots and Aliens

Tin foil hats
They are cool

The Indian spirit
He said I’d know
I sure don’t
He’s a hoe

Rake the leaves
It’s my autumn
Sticks poke out
I hate my garden

Wear the hat
So they can’t see
What imp up to

Pitch a tomato
Suck my corn
Pick my nose
Blow a horn

The aliens won’t know
I won’t pout
The shiny foil
It keeps em out

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