World War B

take a blanket and climb up on the hill

a fine fine day for the happening

sunlight so surreal

mars is hovering

and shows a pleasant smile

the marching columns

of men extend for miles

alexander in the sky

and the pyres burn high

it’s a world war

now charlemagne’s yelling at the referee

as if that boy could hear

napoleon’s chatting with genghis

while adolf cracks a beer

xerxes hangs out with the band

admiral togo sails the yamamoto

onward through the sand

while the french calvary gets high

mick lurks somewhere nearby

bright pink frisbees in the sky

it’s like a world war

it’s a wild wild day for a world world war

grant plays twister on the lawn

darius goes out for the bomb

hannibal works on his tan

sargon hangs out with the band

oleg dresses so cool

washington fell in the pool

it’s a world war