They stood straight and tall
We feel short and small
We feel as though we would fall,
if we looked all the way up to their face
and tried so see their facial expression
We imagined it would be comical
As they looked at the small ones around them
Poor, small, weak earthlings
Is what they think
Weak, feeble, dull earthlings
Is what they murmur
Wonderful, Special, Unique Humans!
Is what they will actually say, booming it loudly for all to hear
Scary, tall, ugly Martians
Is what we will think
Stupid, odd, unearthly Martians
Is what we will whisper
Handsome, Smart, Wonderful Beings!
Is what we will actually say, shouting up so they can hear
Then we will welcome them into our city
And give them food and drink and spoil them with all our goods
(to try to get them not to destroy our city is why we do so)
Then we will live in edgy peacefulness until they decide to leave us alone,
To stop torturing us with their obvious presence
And go back home
Then we will
Go back to our regular voices
And complain of the Martians faults
Without hushed voices and sneaky whispers
And all will be GREAT!
