Weapons aimed skyward.

The air hummed white death,

The attack began and we launched our planes

In their strange space ships

Cosmic invaders,

With dreams of total annihilation

Fighting to save Earth

Most of us would die,

We would not go down without a whimper;

They came anyway

A million to one,

The chances of life on other planets

The aliens hit

Victory assured,

Complacent Earth was ripe for the picking.