FROM OUTER SPACE

(Tune: "From Beyond", Meg Davis)

Forget what you've seen,
This is not he standing before you.
I hope I'm not boring you.
He's from outer space,
From a faraway place under an alien sun.
The journey was not much fun.
He's scared and alone,
With no-one of his own kind to play with,
Or to run away with.
He's flown here to die
From a world whose sky is with topaz and emerald fired,
And boy, are his arms tired.

Forget what you've seen,
This is not he, the lump in the sweater,
At home he looks better,
He's from outer space,
Disappeared without trace from his friends and relations,
Come to make observations,
Of the way that we live,
The everyday give and take of humanity,
All our pride and our vanity,
Now he can't get away.
He's marooned here to stay, light years from his native star,
And the buses don't run that far.

Forget what you've seen,
This is not he, the man that you think you know.
I tell you it's just not so.
He's from outer space,
He just borrowed this face to blend with the common herd,
Would you question my bonded word?
What this man may have done
Is certainly none of our alien friend's affair
Since he wasn't even there.
So, my lord, you should see,
He should now be set free and offered some recompense.
The case rests for the defence.