Spiralled circles everywhere
Out etched upon the fields
So perfect, like a work of art
Circumvent like a wheel
The helicopter hovers past
Broadcasting for the news
Across the channels nationwide
As millions closely view
You know, I think there just might be....
Extrinsic life out there
I didn't really think before
But now, I just might swear
The copter sweeps from field to field
Across the several crops
..Those aliens are really pros..
I have to give em' props
Look at the many flawless shapes
Of prisms, spheres, and cubes
Those aliens are grotty apes
They even carved out boobs
Oh...wait a minute...deflating news
An old man on his tractor
Red-handed on the knavish trail
Oh, what a grim detractor!