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I went for a walk, on the
moors, and skirted away from the farm 'Twas
seasonally warm, outdoors, and I draped my coat o'er my arm
Rob, my faithful fox-terrier, went dashing about,
chasing rabbits The more he flushed out,
the merrier, you can't teach an old dog, new habits
Quite a few miles we covered, as we pleasantly
trekked along Overhead a skylark hovered,
trilling his wonderful song The songster
abruptly ceased calling, the silence came with a rush
I caught a glimpse of him, falling, o'er yonder
behind a thorn bush What is this strange
sort of buzzing, increasing to a loud hum
The vibes set my mind a-buzzing, like my head being used as a drum
What in H-- is that blinding light, so brilliant
it's taking away my sight I fall headlong
to the ground, am I still out, or have I come round
A queer sensation of waking, eyes blinking, limbs
all a-shaking Can that be Rob, way over
there? flat on his back, legs in the air It
looks as though he's coming to...I wonder, after what he's been
through A metallic sphere, to my right, is
ominously pulsing an orange light The pulse
slows down, comes to a stop, a hinged ramp drops down from the top
Showing a doorway, leading inside, someone is
there, I gaze, bog-eyed The figure beckons,
Rob growls alarm, I motion quiet, with up-raised arm
The face is smiling, I feel no fear, peace
pervades me, no danger, here "I'm Adamski, I said I'd return" what
this meant, took me months to learn He
pointed to a bench-like seat, where lay a cloak, folded and neat
Opening the purple robe, to disclose, a beautiful,
pristine, white rose "Emblems of Office",
words didn't mince, "I am a Universal Prince"
I was astonished, just nodded my head, "Time to go
now", the spaceman said Ushered outside, I
know what I saw, The ramp rose up, sealing the door
The noise, again, welled up in my head, knocked me
flat, like a man, dead The object went off,
at great pace, next thing, Rob is licking my face
Not feeling well, I headed back, unsteadily, along
moorland track In retrospect, it must have
seemed funny, Rob never chased a single bunny
At home, the wife said "You've had a fright,
What's happened? You're deathly white"
Reluctant, at first, I finally told. When she heard the tale, she
went cold "You mustn't say nowt, just shut
yer gob, or else you'll find yourself, out of a job"
For months I held it in my
breast, playing my cards, close to my chest
One night, out for a drink, with my mate, I overdid it,...one over
the eight Softened by drink, I spilled my
guts, at first, my mate, thought I'd gone nuts
Then, realized, what he'd just heard,... Had,...
well and truly, occurred He knew a man who
'had a nose', for matters pertaining to UFOs
A reporter, whose singular views, revealed a
perspicio for 'saucer' news The result of a
telephone call, brought him running, notebook, and all
He listened, intently to my tale, then bought
another round of ale Adamski, apparently,
was well-known, many space-trips claimed to have flown
Also claimed, for better or worse, the title
'Prince of the Universe' The badge of
office, he'd earlier wrote, purple cloak, white rose at throat
And now, amazingly of all, the time, when I saw
the skylark, fall Adamski appeared, as I
stood bog-eyed, was exactly the time he died.
America's time is different to ours, a matter of
about 8 hours The minutes in USA, where he
died, and my time, on Dartmoor, coincide 'Twas
8am there, this must sound queer, at the time, it was 4pm, here
I've signed affidavits, and , I now quote, I never
saw anything Adamski wrote I'd never even
heard of the man....so, please explain it all, if you can.
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