I must destroy the space-whale
for too long she has blocked the sun
her cetacean shadow covers this whole town
I've got the perfect weapon
a rocket with a robot brain
I'll point the warhead directly at her heart
I'll watch the flame recede
and listen for the sound that says
"The path is clear once more for satellites"
the smell of burning whale-meat
will fill the air as she comes down
I've got a hole dug deep to hold her tight
the darkness will be lifted
the earth will shake with her defeat
I'll pack the dirt around her smouldering bulk
I'll wipe my dirty hands
and walk from where the space-whale lies
my mortal enemy finally put to rest
millions will thank me for what I have done
no-one will miss the space-whale