Volcano in my backyard,

Standing fierce and tall,

Fire and smoke, ash and lava,

Volcano has them all.

Rock stones sitting on my roof,

Holes gaping in the ground,

Liquid chocolate mud flows,

Are rushing all around.

The lava dome’s eruption

Is burning down my home;

Cats and dogs and animals

Are all set free to roam

The wallet in my pocket,

My passport in my hand,

My clothes and shoes are left behind;

I have to leave my land!

I’m running from my volcano

Don’t know if I’ll return;

Everything is buried;

I do not have a home!

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