The Moral Disintegration of Beep and Gleep by Dean Cameron Reynolds
Beep and Gleep were aliens that crash landed on the moon, But they lived there quite happily and drank tea in the afternoon. So they lived on the moon which is made of cheese, And is inhabited by mice in their two's and three's. (Actually there were millions but it's hard to rhyme with cheese!) There was never any anger, and there was never any strife, And everyone agreed that they did indeed love life.   One night Beep finished his invention, all it needed was some soap, It was in fact a powerful electron telescope!   He swung it round to Earth, so they both could have a look, And they saw enough depravity to fill a big fat book. Wars, famine, violence ­ pestilence and disease, It corrupted both their minds and filled them with unease.   "Give me another look, you stupid purple blot!" "Shut up you insignificant little piece of snot!" "It's my telescope now, coz' I'm taking it you see, and there is nothing you can do coz' I am bigger than thee!" "I'm warning you Gleep, if by the time I count to three, you haven't given it back there'll be a war, just you wait and see!"   So they stormed off to their housies and enslaved lots of mousies to work in their factories to build their Death-Machines.   Fortresses the mousies built, and between them No-Man's-Land, And all communication between Beep and Gleep was totally and utterly banned. Soon censorship had labeled practically everything contraband, So the mousies burnt their books and took to reading sand.   The draft came in and the mice signed up, and went off to fight the war, As the factories kept producing weapons by the score. Everyday the mousies gathered on the factory floors, To worship the dictators who were locked behind tall doors.   And in their fortresses Beep and Gleep stood and looked out at each other, Ready at a moments notice to pit brother against brother.   The opposing armies stood ready, and the Death-Machines rolled forth, As line after line of well trained mouse started fighting in the north. The weapons were efficient and the battle was very short, And all the time Beep and Gleep watched their terrible bloodsport.   Finally in hospital all the mousies lay, Trying to recover from the violence of the day. But the dictator Beep had other plans to fight the crazy war, A terrible Plan B, locked behind the Top Secret door.   A Bomb the likes of which the moon had never seen before! A terribly destructive Bomb to finally end it all! But as he was about to push the button he noticed something on the floor,   An old photograph of Beep and Gleep happy as before.   And Beep realised what he nearly did, how he nearly lost it all, How he nearly threw it all away, because of the anger of one bad day.   So Beep called Gleep and together they sat and talked into the night, Of happy times long ago, before their silly fight. They realised that they'd both been wrong, That they were happier when they got along, That they could revive the happy days, And stop this self-destructive craze.   And so they decided to rid the Universe, Of war, greed and commerce. And stop evil, filth and anti-mirth, By sending the Bomb to planet Earth.