lived a strange little people called the human race.
They wore bags on their bodies, mud on their face,
and their quest for companions was a constant chase.
Out past planets, past asteroids and stars,
"Come out, come out, wherever you are."
This was their plea, sent out near and far
sprawling out even towards the Republic of Agbar.
We heard them first, for we're on the way,
and that is why we sent on that day,
"Stop sending messages lest you be slayed
for dangers are great beyond the milky-way".
Instead of fear, their excitement grew,
and instead of one message they sent out two.
They kept sending more, as much as they could do,
until Earth was a planet the whole universe knew.
Within one day, the Earth was no more.
The planet had been stripped to its very core.
The Agbarians thought humans were quite a bore,
but any civilization is a threat in war.
With the Earth they made guns and wallets and shoes.
They made soap and batteries and three types of glue.
Then they sent out a message far out past Baloose.
"If you mock the Agbarians, you will certainly lose."
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