Blue murder they brought it on
Mouths and machines devoured
Consuming anything that lived
Even themselves they overpowered
Below the surface little beings wait
In their air-conditioned cells
Well stocked with everything
Listening for the knells
It won’t be long they sense
Things have changed for good
Fires raging everywhere
Keep our distance from the wood
There will be plenty all round
We’ll be above the water mark
They will not survive but we will
Insects don’t depend on light or dark
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