How the World Should Work

The asteroid is coming

“Hank, get in the car!”

“We’re gonna get extincted!”

Said the Dinostar

Driving fast and frantic

They tried to get away

But Stevosaurus farted

And stink got in the way

Driving like a crazy

The Dinostar was high

Driving round in circles

Whilst all the end was nigh

“Go that way you moron!”

“Turn the wheel, alright?!”

But dinostar was donezo

That smell killed them that night

Then the rock impacted

He was like “you guys”

“Thanks a lot you morons”

Now we’re stricken to the skies

And so the sparkles sparkled

Constellations, up above

The Dinostars became them

The things that we all love