Skies recently filled at night
East from Colorado left to right
Giving Nebraskans nocturnal fright
Reports last night, “They’re over Mead”
I loaded up everything¬† I’d need
Browning, Remington, Winchester too
Dad’s long guns, I knew what to do
Thirty inch barrels pointed on high
Taking interlopers out of the sky
One by one they did fall
But no way to get them all
Eight shots fired and six fell
Before hearing the constable’s yell
So go ahead Annie, get your gun
We’ll get these bastards one by one!