Something didn't feel right,
As Johnny rounded third
His feet were hitting far to light
And soon he lifted like a bird
Spinning like a pinwheel,
His arms and legs a blur,
The UFO above, surreal
The crowd below a stir
“Help!” He cried to no avail
Grasping fists of air
The tractor beam would not derail
But to fall he did not dare
So high up but moving slower
That soon young Johnny found
The UFO was now much closer
Than that most beloved ground
A screeching wail, a shaft of light
A massive door was moving
The tractor beam that held him tight
Seemed now to become soothing
He drifted in so merrily
He failed to see his captors
He only noticed barely
The caged and harnessed raptors
When once he fell onto the floor
He came back to his senses
At the booming of the closing door
He finally saw the fences
His captors said, “Well, it's a start,”
“Would the human like some food?”
And Johnny found himself a part
Of the Intergalactic Zoo
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