It is coming

Once we had a quiet town.

At some stage you could hear a mouse.

But one day screaming filled every house.

No more peaceful quiet town.

Dry, burnt withered trees.

All it made was a big black breeze.

It burnt it all to the bone.

Start from the start then they will know.

Wind made everything good.

But one day wind made some more good.

Wind went to a spark and they started to play.

But something grew bigger and bigger.

Then it was born getting thicker and thicker.

That’s when it came to town.

Burnt the brick right down to the ground.

So be careful about what you say.

Because it will come back for you one day.