Ode to the Saucer of Gold
Bright lights, shattered dreams,
This Saucer is not what it seems.
Giant birds run left and right,
The hotel is sure to give a fright.
A lot of money for a little pleasure,
People come in hopes of finding treasure.
Troublemakers the guards throw
To a prison down below.
Here these people meet their plight,
Unless they strive with all their might.
The giant birds race with glee.
Win the race, and you go free.
When at the Saucer, be careful of what you smash,
Or you could end up worse off than Johnny Cash!
