Oh volcano, I love to see you glow
But please, please, do not blow
When you’re awake, all that hot stuff
From your vents will ooze
So volcano, neighbour dear
Go and take a snooze !
And when you’re just about to sneeze
I get down on my knees
And pray the spray from deep within
Of hot volcanic trash
Can be recycled, and be as useful
As volcanic ash.
Whenever we see you quaking
We look out for much shaking
As lava hardens on top of lava
And packing mounts on packing
And we see the mounting layers
As a lava dome is stacking
A volcano is my pet
A pet which does no joking
For ash and gases and pyro-flows
Will leave us gasping and choking.
It’s too close – I cannot send curses,
I only pray for my volcano’s mercies.