In an apparent set back for secret official efforts to announce the existence of extraterrestrial life, the British Ministry of Defense (MOD) has just closed its UFO desk. After 50 years of having an official reporting mechanism in place for public sightings of UFOs, a spokesman for the Ministry of Defense stated that the funds could be better used for the Afghanistan war. D. McLean was unavailable for comment or pie.

 
Dear Mam,

A long long time ago
I can still remember, when the British UFO Unit first began.
Twas then I left you clues galore,
You gathered multi sightings by the score
From every distant village junior, wench and man.
In February aliens sixteen
Thru March and April, spaceships beamed,
Back then for sure there was no doubt
You knew what all this was about.
I tried to help you stay on board
And keep the Mirror from getting bored
But now you canceled the accord
Today I go abroad.

So, bye bye Mam I guess it’s time for my bus
Give regards to poor Philip, who never made any fuss
When you refused to believe that Charles was just one of us
You  just   hitched him off so no-one could tell
You played the UFO game so very well.

You kept the secret oh so well
The MO.D.  cast in your spell
That’s the way for years it went.
You spent their money left and right
For every fool who saw the light
The British public saw not what you spent.
Now I know you thought the best of Charles
You kept him home to change the guards.
You taught him how to dance,
But with those ears he stood no chance.
For every night he’d come and ride with me
On a bicycle that was made for three
But you closed the U.F.O. jamboree
And now I’m off  abroad.

So, bye bye Mam I guess it’s time for my bus
Give regards to poor Philip, who never made any fuss
When you refused to believe that Charles was just one of us
You  just   hitched him off so no-one could tell
You played the UFO game so very well.

Yours
E.T.

 

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