Once but was a man
Screaming through the sky
As he'd not yet adapted
To his new state
Of living yet
Because it'd just happened
In the last terrible hour
So you'd be screaming too
If this happened to you
Where you were going about
The living of your life
As small or big
As you were
When suddenly
You were confronted
By a strange little being
That changed your very nature
And turned you into a face
But made of a bouncy material
That reacted to the gravity of the Earth
Like it was on the Moon
And wouldn't stop flying through the air
Until it was stopped
Possibly in
The harshest of means
Which would bring about his death
And that wouldn't do at all