The Little Green Man

Here is a poem about a little green man.

The flying saucer landed,
a little green man came out.
His head was wild and leafy
like a giant Brussels Sprout.

He wandered across the paddock
to where the old horse fed;
and, "Take me to your leader!"
the litle green man said.

The horse was hard of hearing,
his sight was growing dim.
He didn't think of little green men,
it was just a bush to him.

One bite, one chew, one swallow;
(it doesn't bear thinking on)!
Now the saucer rusts in the field alone
but the little green man has gone

Bill Scott