Whoop, whoop, whoop, spinning helicopter blades,
a blinding searchlight illuminates the sky.
Secret agents undertake, a covert escapade,
tracking down the unexplained and asking, why?
There was rampant speculation in Area 51,
A weather balloon, an alien crash and autopsy?
Beneath a canopy of forest, Sasquatch is on the run
a creative hoax, folklore, or history?
Legendary tales, spring forth from Loch Ness,
mere echoes of prehistoric dinosaurs.
Ghostly visitations, fuel headlines in the press,
Mermaids and banshees wet our appetite for more.
We crave all things fantastic, fact or fiction,
led astray by the substance of our convictions.
Brian Bressler � 2003