The night lights up
the sun is still asleep.
A chill develops
and begins to creep.

People start to wonder
what the hell is going on.
Why is it bright as day
but night has still not gone.

A hand in the crowd
points towards the skies.
A yell and a scream
a meteor flies!

The panic takes hold
of both mice and men.
How odd it must feel
to be puny again.

For the meteor won't
ask you your name.
It won't even mind
if you've money or fame.

So there's nothing left to do
but await certain doom.
So let's clutch our hand's in prayer
and hush away the gloom.

vamanos

Var um daginn að velta því fyrir mér hvernig viðbrögðin yrðu hjá fólki ef heimsendir væri í nánd. Þetta er meðal annars afraksturinn.