This is a little song we used to sing around 
the campfire at Mensa retreats:

BOTH SIDES, NOW

Rows and rows of corn out there
And something strange is in the air
And lots of buzzing ev'rywhere
Should floor tiles hum that way?

But now the vents are open, run!
Those bees intend to sting someone
So get your jacket's belt undone
We have to get away
I'm running through a cornfield now
The stalks are high, and still somehow
They're parting at wide intervals
This cornfield's not so bad at all

Bees and crops and secret deals
The dizzy way they've made me feel
As ev'ry alien tale comes real
I've seen so much today

But now I'm off through tons of snow
Been taken once again, you know
And though it might cost lots dough
You'll try to save the day

I've looked at goo from inside now
Tube down my throat, and still somehow
None of this crap will I recall
I don't believe in aliens at all

Cold and wet and I'm not allowed
To say "I saw it" right out loud
A ship that's heading for the clouds
I'll have to look away

From this day on it will be strange
To act as though not a thing has changed
To have them all think I'm deranged
It's hard to live that way

I've seen that ship from the inside now
But I was drugged and don't know how
There's nothing really to recall
I never saw that ship at all
I've seen that ship from inside now
But riding here on a snowplow
Means I cannot clearly recall
If I was ever here at all

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